Lyrics

As the years go by, I have to ask you why we cant pick our memories.
Some will stick with you and some will come unglued and some will quietly pass you by.

So if its all the same, Id like to throw them all away. Pull my head from the sand and look up at the rain.
But how do we learn from our mistakes? How do know when to hit the brakes? Without regret, without remorse, or memories.

Were always a red light apart, and you cant hear me through the blare of the cars. But when the light turns green, Ive lost everything, except for the dying echo of my scream

We all want to be something great. You see everything in black and white. But what will they do if their dreams don't come true. They couldn't somehow pass the test.

Did god not shine on them? Did they make the wrong choice? Did they take the wrong path? Or are we just victims of circumstance?

We don't know so we take the chance, we grit our teeth and we don't look back. Sometimes I dream I'm 50 years old, sitting on the couch with a bottle in my hand.

Were always a red light apart, and you cant hear me through the blare of the cars. But when the light turns green, Ive lost everything, except for the dying echo of my scream.

We spend our whole lives being born. Looking at normalcy with fear and scorn. But if our faces ain't on that TV screen then we don't mean anything. No we don't mean anything.

I still remember the night you looked like candlelight, and you made time feel like pretend.
But love is like a pile of sand resting inside your hand. It slips away if you squeeze too hard.

Now I don't know what to do because I got so close to having you. I cared too much and lost what could never be won.

It seems my dreams are like the sun. They never sleep and they=re never done.
I could chase them around the world until I go blind, cause wanting too much it can burn out your eyes.

We=re always a red light apart, and you can=t hear me through the blare of the cars. But when the light turns green, I=ve lost everything, except for the dying echo of my scream.

We spend our whole lives seeking out someone that stands out in a faceless crowd. When we finally do break through its not their time. Theres silence on the other end of the line.

But when the light turns green, I=ve lost everything, except for the dying echo of my scream.

We=re always, we=re always. We=re always, we=re always,
A red light apart.