Here’s a song that finally you can understand A minor statement meant to counteract the bland A list of wraithlike things That quicken the heart Just another song; a faded memory A raison d’etre for the entire family I don’t remember it well I was in love for a spell Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her voice That’s untrue It’s just not as sharp as before Find some transparent words to give security Another vacant smile that says ‘rely on me’ No wait – commitment’s a bore Where have I heard it before? I could have sworn that everything was crystal clear But I was shackled by a language of ideas A desert has its own rules Outside the circle it’s cruel Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her voice That’s untrue It’s just not as sharp as before The final verse is often meant to tie things up But in this case my morals have been most corrupt I don’t remember it well I was in love for a spell Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her face That’s a lie – it’s just not as real as before
Here’s a song that finally you can understand A minor statement meant to counteract the bland A list of wraithlike things That quicken the heart Just another song; a faded memory A raison d’etre for the entire family I don’t remember it well I was in love for a spell Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her voice That’s untrue It’s just not as sharp as before Find some transparent words to give security Another vacant smile that says ‘rely on me’ No wait – commitment’s a bore Where have I heard it before? I could have sworn that everything was crystal clear But I was shackled by a language of ideas A desert has its own rules Outside the circle it’s cruel Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her voice That’s untrue It’s just not as sharp as before The final verse is often meant to tie things up But in this case my morals have been most corrupt I don’t remember it well I was in love for a spell Copies of Sight and Sound she left lying around on the floor They said I’d forget her face That’s a lie – it’s just not as real as before
