Let's begin at the end of a bad year With bad things at my back A tragic truth i've been slow in learning Is there are certain breaths you simply can't retract Every deep cut, every back beat Every sound i send into the street Still living On display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilings The songs i spend on her never stop repeating But so it goes, these blunt punches sting But they're just glancing blows Searching for the heart of a thing This snapshot's all i can provide Of a wet beach, a dry beach Not shifting of the tide Every deep cut, every back beat Every sound i send into the street Still living On display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilings The songs i spend on her never stop revealing The songs i spend on her never stop repeating