To see within is to feel without a light
Whod have thought that wed break the things we like?
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
Is the path it makes, thats a clue to other songs
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her hair, 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
Whod have thought that wed turn our home to hell?
To find a bone and to float it down the stream
Its the path it takes thats a clue to many greens
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night
Her hair curls in the damp of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
Records the air like a memory of night