“When the sun breaks over the edge of an English town
It pulls me away from a bad dream
I don’t know why
But I know I’m not ever going back”

“And the way it all went by
And somebody said “come on it’s getting late”
And you thought the world might end if you just looked the other way
And now you wish that you had stayed”

“I can’t help thinking
That I was in the days I was losing my place
I was screaming out at everything
Waiting for the walls to come down
Before my moments starts to fade
But everything that’s perfect falls away”

“We know the end is overrated
We’ve become the walls we raise
We don’t believe enough but we still cared
Standing on the edge without a prayer”

Photography by me
Words borrowed from Robert Thomas and Paul Doucette