So much for small talk

The big ideas somehow snuck in

When we weren't looking

Scared away

The light-hearted laughter of our innocence

And it was replaced by a poker-faced need to draw lines in wet cement

I wish we could go back

Blindfold ourselves and turn each other around

Interlock our fingers and follow the sound

But without our senses

I feel defenseless and confused

So I tend to be on alert for fear of getting hurt

There were nine of us in the photograph

Our secrets hide in the tall grass

You can take them out with an ample blast

There were nine of us in the photograph

The modes and lines of communication have been cut

Now it's complicated

We can't go back

'Til we learn to relax

And I did something I wasn't proud of

You paid me back, got even and then some

We can't go back

'Til we relearn to relax

There were nine of us in the photograph

Our secrets hide in the tall grass

You can take them out with an ample blast

There were nine of us in the photograph

There were nine of us in the photograph

There were nine of us in the photograph