We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
You have broken into me
You are the best kind of thief
The less we know, the more we seek
In these halls I take you in
The morning mint and your summer skin, your summer skin
And I can read the books under your arms
In your eyes
Sleepless we wait to arrive
Only to leave
The less we know, the more we seek
We're the undeveloped film
In tourist's clothes
We're the keepsakes and souvenirs
Resting beneath the folds
These forgotten reminders, emblematic of everything
Of what we are and we will be or of 'almost's and 'could have been's
The less we know, the more we seek
The less we know, the more we seek
The more we seek and every lost is a discovery
We just caught the tail end of the last call
We made it better for a short time
Standing in a long line
We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
The less we know, the more we seek
And our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes of the richest thieves
