Clear umbrellas and rain boots, We trudge our way up to what scares me the most. I'm more brave this time around, more brave than ever. My hands are cold, and I am shaking, Holding still only as long as my shutter speed.
Friends from far away, and lyrics running through my head. Catch up on lost times, I'm trying hard not to be scared. This place is dark at all times, sing me one last dying tune.
Capture what is left of the light, we go quickly, not to miss anything. Wet, lonely, abandoned. You are the building that is fenced in. All that remains is ghosts from years past, and paint chipping away.