So much for small talk The big ideas somehow snuck in When we weren't looking And scared away The light-hearted laughter Of our innocence And it was replaced By a poker-faced need To draw lines in wet cement I wish we could go back Blindfold ourselves and Turn each other around Interlock our fingers And follow the sounds But without our senses I feel defenseless and confused So attempt to be on alert For fear of getting hurt There were nine of us in photograph Now our secrets hide in the tall gra** You can take the "no" with an ample gla** There were nine of us in the photograph The modes and lines of communication Have been cut, now it's complicated We can't go back 'Til we learn to relax And I did something I wasn't proud of You paid me back, we're even and then some We can't go back 'Til we learn to relax There were nine of us in photograph Now our secrets hide in the tall gra** You can take the "no" with an ample gla** There were nine of us in the photograph