A broken old toy, that once could be trusted
To bring the boy joy, now's gathering dust,
And he's onto something new
He's dulling his thoughts with synthetic salvation,
And all that it cost was his imagination
He's blacking out the blues
He wasted his youth chasing the truth,
Now he's lost and confused running on fumes,
With nowhere to go -
So far away from home
Can you read between the lines?
Or are you scared of trying? Scared of the horrors you might find?
There's more than meets the eye
But you'd rather go blind than look away from the light
An old polaroid - its colours all faded -
Depicting a boy expressing amazement
And curiosity
Now he's a man, weathered and jaded
And that photograph is hidden away
In a chest, under lock and key
And as he grows older, with each passing day,
The colours become just different shades of grey
And all his wonder drifts away
A broken old toy, that once could be trusted
To bring the boy joy - he blows off the dust
And he's onto something new
Read between the lines
Don't be scared of trying - you might light what you find
There's more than meets the eye,
But the best way to go blind is to look toward the light