Afternoon

seems like afternoon
feels like the daytime
when there’s no sign of you
clouds block the daylight
and when the sun goes down
dark is arriving
even when shades are drawn
moonlight is blinding
still i can hear your words
cutting through slowly
«you're gonna fade away, always below me»
I see your picture drawn with a thin line
(yeah)
somehow I figured you’d be here all the time
time only happens you stand still
running clock down in the daytime
drop your knee onto the pavement
counting years go by your whole life
vase of flowers on the table
wasting time until she comes by