Moving too slowly, follow the lonely Down to where the city shakes And losing direction, losing affection For the gems and all the fakes I pull at my shirt and I pull at my shirt And stare away that distant ache In another life Only time disappears I'm fading like the radio But the song remains the closest thing to me A minor discretion to feed the rejection Of the games the others play Too many places, painted faces To figure out a better way I need a new feature and take a new picture To hang up high, to hang up high In another life Only time disappears I'm fading like the radio But that song remains the closest thing to me Oh, where the shadows have no tears