Besedila: Rites Of Spring. For Want Of.

I??° believed???emory might mirror no reflections on me,

I??° believed??©hat in forgetting I might set myself free.

But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked.

I bled??° tried to hide the heart from the head.
And I??° said I bled??°n the arms of a girl I'd barely met.

And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned.

And if I can't see it??? for want of??±ou

You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then it??? probably mine
My??µy turn to see???f there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine


But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked.

I??° guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
I??° guess I've learned if it??? in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.

And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground???nd then I drowned.

And if I can't see it??? for want of??±ou

You.