Nothin's gonna change what is done No one will bring back the dream that is gone It's just another day for the pressioned In the end you're just like dust on the road Is it all becoming cold as black and white Or has it always been? Perhaps an illusion but used to taste so real Perhaps a thought but used to be so touchable It's like i've never found a rock for me to stand Feels like i've been bulding my house on the sand My mind should not play me those tricks Each one of them i took as a brick But now after the blowing wind i see Lots of castles have been washed out to the sea The world that you know is not here anymore Those bright lights are not bringing colors, no they won't Is it all becoming cold as black and white Or has it always been?