Silence

From New York to LA I’m standing on the West Coast my hands up in the air. I’m trying to let your love go. My demons asked me yesterday. Why am I trying to steal your show? I said I’m trying to leave a mark like a painter in Picasso searching for a trace of you in the echoes of yesterday, your silhouettes will not fade away. I’m standing here in the silence. I’m standing here alone. La La La. I’m standing here. Mending scars La La La la mending scars La La La.