Now where should we start, we just drifted apart And soon it is gone, the place you were born A strange, hollow shift where someone once lived In rooms that grew bare when no one lived there The same house seen from all possible angles The wind once went through and made your curtains dangle And sunlight through windows made us silhouettes on the wall Turn away from the scene The same person seen from the most positive angles Through years that went by with old lovers entangled They made us all seem just like cigarette burns on the floor Turn away from the scene.
