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I've never owned a camera and the pictures in my mind
Are instantly forgotten in the haste of passing time
Put away your Penguin Freud and hide your crystal ball
If you find me out, please let me know, I'd love to get the call

We drift on the surface and die in the depths
As the skipping stone sinks to its grave
Charades, charades, charades

I fall for the same face every time
I fall for the same familiar lines
I fall for the same face every time
I fall for the same familiar eyes

Since he left, I find I'm looking for his likeness in the sky
In the falling rain, can't say goodbye
It's not my way

Waking up, getting lost, making up time
Amber eyes, little lies, setting up lines
Secret life, only mine, mirrors and ghosts
Letting go, getting low, God only knows

Where the summer days go
The lake in Montenegro?
The hazy daze of chainsmoke

I liked to see you in the daylight
With new eyes, that was nice
I want to know what your insides look like
There is time, we have time...

With your bones and brains and books
And your strange proclivities
Your old t-shirts, and your deviancy...

The daring of despair has led me back to my old home
Paralyzed by patterns, squeezing blood out of a stone
You're sitting there before me, but I'm haunted by your ghost
Cast up by the tempest here on some deserted shore

I wish you loved me more
Enough to stay when morning comes
Oh the damage, oh the weight

If it were me, I'd write another song
Something in a major key
You and I will always be "the dream"
It was a scream when we were young and dumb
Acid on Topanga Beach
In my mind we'll always be that free
But something changed along the way
Winter never turned to spring