Clocks That Picture Time

these days you barely see the colors of people as they are tomorrow looms in places that i can't be still i wonder will it all fall down these days you're either right or wrong sit back on ease and find rhythm to a song running on e and i'm almost there thinking maybe we'll make it hell, we're almost there still i wonder will it all fall down these days it's you or me i can picture the things you're left to say winters calling and the darkness is sinking this day still i wonder will it all fall down these days you're either right or wrong calling forgiveness it's either you or me tomorrow turns in places that i can't be the color's of people you barely see "maybe i'll see you when you get there"