All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don
make no sound at all And when the sun goes down, the shadow on the wall It can not be seen at all, at all Oh, for real, hey, it's not that you would mess with
I watch you grow away from me in photographs And memories like spies and salt betrays my eyes again I started losing sleep and gaining weight And wishing