[00:24.023] To see within is to feel without a light
[00:29.754] Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?
[00:35.545] To find a stone just to bounce across the pond
[00:41.294] Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs
[00:46.996] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[00:53.086] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[00:58.852] Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night
[01:04.730] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:22.258] To live without is to live under a spell
[01:28.110] Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?
[01:34.092] To find a bone and to float it down the stream
[01:39.836] It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens
[01:45.440] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[01:51.292] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[01:57.177] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:02.987] Records the air like a memory of night
[02:08.841] Her hair curls in the damp of the night
[02:14.678] The scent recalls like a photograph with life
[02:20.528] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights
[02:26.380] Records the air like a memory of night