'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams And ghostly images of black trains Now seeing every page is turned away I wanted to own your portrait, wanted to have it You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams And ghostly images of black trains Now seeing every page is turned away I wanted to own your portrait, wanted to have it You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
