作曲 : Plaster
 The cold hands I used to know
 Are gone
 And the tingling uncomfort I used to savor
 Was lost a long time ago

 All the innocence
 Of inexperience
 And discovery
 Has flattened out into stale familiarity

 Sometimes
 When I remember the beauty of newness
 The face, then unmarred by bitterness and instability
 I sink into the pool of blissful sighs
 And choke myself to death, knowing that
 Sometimes

 Strangeness can never be recaptured
 Strangeness can never be recaptured