The Romance

We're all caught up in dependence We're all caught up in the romance I can't get past these intentions These years rust all that surrounds us We're all caught up in suppression We're all caught up in the distance I still see red, all is tainted As these years go I'm surrounded We're all swept up in standards I am caught up in the distance Stay between the space Another failed attempt To relive our past To bridge this gap Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress the intense with each breath Suppress what must be suppressed Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress what must be suppressed, only distance I stay between the space Then colors fade Blue looses weight What I love evaporates Colors change Space won't wait What I am separates Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress the intense with each breath Suppress what must be suppressed Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress the intense with each breath I stay between the space The space grows further with every breath Romance, spectate, the image of independence Stay between the space As the days pass Space cannot replace I struggle to regain what cannot be maintained A challenge came too late Youth will not, Youth cannot be regained, only space remains Youth will not be regained only space remains Youth will not be regained only space remains Youth cannot hold weight Time will evaporate This won't sustain Then colors fade Blues loose weight What I love evaporates Colors change Space won't wait What I am separates Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress the intense with each breath I stay between the space Comment on the comments of the subject Suppress what must be suppressed, only distance I stay between the space On these days I wish I left when you did Does despair turn to content? Between a half life and our death Suppress the intense with each breath We're all caught up in this distance Replaced with the inauthentic Rust can never rest I romance the days we lived outside conditions I am held captive of the past Does despair turn to content? Function on boredom with each breath Suppress the intense with distance We're all caught up in the romance Replaced with the inauthentic Rust can never rest On these days I wish I left when you did. From the booklet: This song is about coming to terms with the temporary nature of youth: the romancing of staying "young till i die" while the reality of getting old seeps in,and the distance and constant suppression of alienation that adult life necessitates in order to continue functioning.