Oh The look that's in your eyes
When you feel like you don't love me
It always just reminds me
Like the smell of hot wet pavement
Dragging me into the night
Out the window of my father's house
And I made a big mistake
Got sarcastic in the courtroom
You know they took my words
Made white letters on black pages
The judge was so assured
That almost bought his story too
And after all these photgraphs
I've got a feeling that
I might not want to remember anything
Now a prisoner gets lost in the minutes turned to moments
A free man dies alone wishing all his days away from him
And she'll be stringing shells letting ocean water wash over her legs
And after all these photographs
I've got a feeling that
I might not want to
Remember anything
