Yesterday I saw what it meant to be whole
I saw your name as title of a manual
Taught how to be kind with
pieces in your
couch and
telephone Copyright was bought from
circa two months
and some
days ago
There's never the same feelings my soul
Maybe I'm done with that
There's never the same feelings my soul Maybe I'm done with that
Pictures in your hall have
all turned to black and white
You throw them in the fire but
you
can't stand the light
There's never the same feelings my soul Maybe I'm done with that
There's never the same feelings my soul Maybe I'm done with that
I see right through you I see right through you
I see right through you
Yesterday I saw
what it meant to be whole
I saw your name as
nothing less and nothing more
There's never the same feelings my soul
Maybe I'm done with that