Now where should we start, we just drifted apart
And soon it is gone, the place you were born
A strange, hollow shift where someone once lived
In rooms that grew bare when no one lived there
The same house seen from all possible angles
The wind once went through and made your curtains dangle
And sunlight through windows made us silhouettes on the wall
Turn away from the scene
The same person seen from the most positive angles
Through years that went by with old lovers entangled
They made us all seem just like cigarette burns on the floor
Turn away from the scene.
