Pastel Lights

We all fall, into the faded past. Through it all, we will have made it last. We all fall, into the photograph. Through it all, we choose the pastel lights. I will be waiting in the shapes of time, realigning the matter between your heart and mind. I will be waiting in the patterns of time reuniting the colors between your soul and mine. When will you come down to save...? We all fall, into the photograph. Through it all, we choose the pastel lights. I will be waiting in the shapes of time, realigning the matter between your heart and mind. I will be waiting in the patterns of time reuniting the colors between your soul and mine. When will you come down to save tomorrow...?