Now that we're done / for a thousand years
You can't stand regrets in me
Though they're common as a favourite child
If you see me with / a winter background cold
That's a me that gives way.
What did it do for all my / Laughing these past thousand years?
All these things that ya do love
No matter what we had (And all that we ever knew)
Did they fill me with... / of... / the... / yeah!
They give them telephone love and
Did it get what ya wanted? Threw the cot away?
Wedded to scrapbooks full of / lies that the box didn't know.
I have the secrets you can't find room for.
Wait until all mine / keep me from yourself
In the city I see you loving you.