Colors
roseville Lyrics

I believed everything
I had faith in what I was seeing and experiencing

I could see the way you looked at me
I was able to interpret your expression clearly and understood what it meant

And I thought I saw a light flash
I believed that I saw a sign or signal from you

But I can't stop no I can't stop when I want to
I am unable to control my emotions and desires

I can't stop no I can't stop and I'm begging you
I am pleading for help getting over this feeling

I felt the colors swell
I was overcome by strong emotions and vivid imagery

And I thought you knew them well
I believed that you shared my understanding and appreciation of these emotions and imagery

But a first glance won't catch everything
I realized that there is more to a situation or person than can be seen at first sight

Now I can't stop, no I can't stop, but I want to
I still can't control my feelings, even though I wish I could

And I am not an afterthought and I'm begging you
I am not someone who can be easily disregarded or forgotten, and I am asking for help

I don't wanna go home
I don't want to return to the place where I feel lost or alone

I wanna sit in the back row
I would rather be in the background or unnoticed

Till the film starts to fade
Until the situation or experience begins to diminish or lose its impact on me

And the lights give me away
When the surroundings reveal me or make me vulnerable

It wasn't perfect, but was it worth it
The experience or situation wasn't flawless, but was it valuable or meaningful?

What's the meaning of this, if all the colors were mist
What's the point of this if what I thought I experienced was only an illusion or fleeting feeling?

Andrew told me about your mother
I heard from Andrew about your mother

And how you love her
And how much you care for her

Last Night
On the previous evening

The wind came through your high-rise apartment
There was a draft in your tall building

And blew out the photo you kept by your window
And knocked over a picture that you had on display by the window

The photo spirals down
The picture falls and spins as it goes down

Until it hits the pavement and explodes on impact
Until it strikes the ground and breaks apart

Every atom of polaroid scatters the faces over the city
Each fragment of the photo scatters portraits throughout the city

1000 years later, an archeologist from New Mexico will find the faces
A millennium later, a researcher from New Mexico will discover the images

But in fossil form
But they will be preserved as fossils, impressions left in stone

She dusts it off and claims a Nobel prize
She uncovers the discovery and receives recognition for it