In a box for odds and ends
I keep your bitter words
Little white lies, clever tricks
Surprisingly I was quick to learn that
One thing leads to another
In a plastic rubbish bin
I keep my memories
Lonely mornings, idle nights
Apparently I was quick to learn that
One thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
In a box for odds and ends
I keep your bitter words
In a plastic rubbish bin
I keep my memories
Scraps of sad, urban love
I divided into two
Buzzing sun, stagnant air
I can touch it, I can hear it
And I start my velvet revolution
And I start my velvet revolution
Scraps of sad, urban love
I divided into two
Buzzing sun, stagnant air
I can touch it, I can hear it
I can hear it