I rest my case in a bed unmade The headboard strained Under the weight of my memory of the day
So crammed Getting low on RAM Getting high on strife Stock is overflowing Do you wish that you could throw it in?
Why do you like to be mine?
'Cause I'm late again To realising The spiral turns So steadily down There's no getting out Unless you quit Zoom out a bit Uncross your eyes It ruins the illusion But it's well worth the losing
Why do you like to still try?
My love, my dear It's been quite a year It's been quiet and loud Laughter and tears Courage and fear But I can't allow This furrowed brow And these borrowed blues To keep washing out the delicate sounds Of you
So if you want to whisper I swear I want to listen
