i can't really remember
the last thing I said
to the girl with the sullen eyes
or the boy that held her
I can't really complain anymore
because all the money's been spent
all the deeds have been said
but the mornings were good,
i felt so fresh

the days are much brighter now
the sun in her eyes knows why
and the moon crept silently up tonight
the poetry has been lost
to the hands of someone else
but i know how I felt
I can't really remember the daydreams
or the touch of somebody's hand
and the smooth movements of brushfires
within all harmony's bed

I can't figure you out
but i guess that's someone elses job
you're too far away
and i'm too far gone

the computer screen knocks at the front door
with forty seven messages, no more
and I can't really complain about it all
the days are much brighter now
the sun in her eyes knows why
and the moon crept silently up tonight
the poetry has been lost
to the hands of someone else
but i know how I felt
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