Beginning To Fade

Mantras are falling through ceilings, good morning Words that are snatched away, unheard, I'm yawning Colours confusing, their multitudes blurring A feeling that something's not right You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey, hey Seems that they'll meet us there, greet us where Hundreds of stories were told before open doors, closing doors Corners of pages, are folded down, left around Beginning to fade out of sight You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey You've gotta let out the things that you've found You've gotta let out the melody that runs aground The sound that falls away like a fog from yesterday's haze Hey, hey, hey