If the past were photographs, I'd tear them all up into shreds. I found my way back there (Just the prettiest picture of) If our exchange of words was free I'd type another to the wind. (a broken face with a third) I found my way back there (with a third of the appeal and) One last wish for one lasting good-bye. (never worth the chase) I found my way back there No one here will miss you when you're gone. (with a third of the appeal and) I found my way back there (never worth the chase)
(no no no no) Make your selection (no no no no) Another one will come along (no no no no) Make your selection (no no no no) Another one will come around (no no point in steering now)
(The brakes are out and the search for interests or boy meets girl is the counterculture clock ticking out a song that paints the shadow of this world. The lights are brighter when the game is new, and though I've tried, I wish I could say the same for you. The lights are brighter when the game is new, and though I've tried, I wish I could say the same for you.)
(Don't forget that when you cease to see things the way you want to, it's the least important people that come back to haunt you.)