When the sun’s passed

And you lay down

And you sum up

All this time lost

I knew it was you from way that your footsteps sounded

Knew what you wanted to say, but I didn’t want to talk about it

I found all the wrong things to do, and I did them

Swear that hug lasted half an hour, gave me dead arm

It’s like nothing else could have happened

It’s better to think that

Like Houellebecq said

And not know what sliding

Doors you’ve been missing

The past always seems predestined

When the sun’s passed

And you lay down

And you sum up

All this time lost

I knew it was you from way that your footsteps sounded

Knew what you wanted to say but I didn’t want to talk about it

I found all the wrong things to do, and I did them

Swear that hug lasted half an hour, gave me dead arm

Of all the roads I could have gone down

Can’t look at that one

It’s better not to know

The kaleidoscope of sliding

Doors you’ve been missing

The past is set in cathedral stone