to see within is to feel without a light
who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
to find a stone just to bounce across the pond
is the path it makes that's a clue to other songs
her hair curls in the damp of the night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
it curls in the depth of the night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
to live without is to live under a spell
who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
to find a bone and float it down the stream
it's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
her hair curls in the damp of the night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
records the air like a memory of night
it curls in the damp of the night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
records the air like a memory of night