Memory never serves

You see it straight ahead if you can

Eventually it swerves

And leaves you standing there

With an empty leash in your hand

Everything up to this point told me

That I'd be far away from where I am

'Cause every face is turned away

Every hand is closed

But wait, is that an open I see

Or just my failing memory?

Presence is an unlikely foe

It hides itself deep inside our chest

And shows itself just to let me know

That what I am is nowhere near my best

I thought you could set me straight

But all, all you've done is turn me inside out

'Cause every thought destroys itself

Every voice is someone else

I guess you've helped me understand

What can happen by another's hand

By another's hand

By another's hand