I-I believed-memory might mirror no reflections on me,
I-I believed-that in forgetting I might set myself free.
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat...
And then I choked.
I bled-I tried to hide the heart from the head.
And I-I said I bled-In the arms of a girl I'd barely met.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground-
And then I drowned.
And if I can't see it's for want of-you
You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then it's probably mine
My-My turn to see-if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat-
And then I choked.
I-I guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
I-I guess I've learned if it's in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground-and then I drowned.
And if I can't see it's for want of-you
You.