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.