Lletres: Skunk Anansie. Post Orgasmic Chill. Lately.

Sometimes all the moments
That we savored for the last
get crushed between the good and bad
From pressures we have had

But you know I can't conceive the day
When feelings run too high
To work out all the stale terrain
Emotions try to hide, when I try

Lately I can't seem to color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try, try to smoke alone

These shattered ties with no comprise
Fall through this fragile hell
You see the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip
Too exhausted to rebel, then I try

Lately I can't seem to color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try

When I try

Lately I can't seem to color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust

Lately I can't seem to color what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers, when lovers turn from lust
Then I try, try to smoke alone