Modes I - A Colors Show Lyrics

New modes of transportation
Moments of realization
I feel myself reaching through the
forest fire haze for your
mourning gaze
But I couldn’t touch it anyway
Got a tattoo of an olive branch
to hand to you
Mixing it with mama’s tears
Temporary truces
Here I go again
You couldn't help me anyway
God knows that I can’t stay the same

Everything is changing
Except for you
Everything I thought I knew was true
Everything is changing
Except for you
If it’s slowly coming loose
What happens if I do
What happens if I do