look in your glossary, there's a picture of me under failure. i could be sitting there. waiting w/ you for an hour or two. subways and motorcars both seem to linger forever i see you fall away, your scream it's melting the hours i didn't make enough time for you. i could've had anything but threw away everything i didn't make enough time for you. i should've done something but i did nothing at all i see a foreign girl pasting her new suit together i see you far away cursing the saddest survivors. rept. chorus look in your glossary there's a picture of me under failure, under failure. picture of me. picture of me.