If you"re right, I"ll find
Every piece will fit together,
Just the way that you remember
And I"ll try
To see it from another angle,
Find the picture on the table
And you are the weight on your shoulders,
The gravity always pulling you down,
You are talking in circles,
The sound of your own voice wearing you out.
If I"m right, you"ll find
Every piece will fit together
Just the way that I remember
And you"ll try
To shoot it from another angle,
Burn the pictures on the table.
And you are the weight on your shoulders,
The gravity always pulling you down,
You are talking in circles,
The sound of your own voice wearing you out.
Every piece will fit together,
Just the way that you remember
And I"ll try
To see it from another angle,
Find the picture on the table
And you are the weight on your shoulders,
The gravity always pulling you down,
You are talking in circles,
The sound of your own voice wearing you out.
If I"m right, you"ll find
Every piece will fit together
Just the way that I remember
And you"ll try
To shoot it from another angle,
Burn the pictures on the table.
And you are the weight on your shoulders,
The gravity always pulling you down,
You are talking in circles,
The sound of your own voice wearing you out.