No Clarity

The Toys are Gone
written by Marco Tulio Thrash

I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.

This seems familiar
but everything's changed.

The sweetshop shutdown,
and the toys are gone.

I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.

Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.

Use the stairs. They say!
Not the lift. Oh no!

As the doors slide shut
I press 5 and kiss goodbye.

Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.

Wider streets and smaller cars.
All those references no longer apply.

The bell tolls for no one.
The warehouse is empty.

Wider streets and smaller cars.
References no longer apply.

Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes...

...of chasing up all those dreams
that you had as a child of the night.

Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.

Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.

Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.

Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.