•2x03• Don?t you worry baby, I told you I was coming home. I went into the back, fell between the cracks, all alone. So when you say you did, well I say you didn?t. When you roll your eyes, I think you?re kidding. It?s a memory; that we could never be. And it?s big and black, it?s stuck on your shoulder. And it drags you down, it makes you feel older. It?s a photograph, all that we never had. It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 4
And it?s a cardboard box, stuck in a corner. It?s your back wood talk, I?ll make it in tone. It?s your funny ring. Midas is everything. And it?s the call I made, when you were looking. It?s the slack I gave, I read in a book. It?s a magazine, all that you?ve never seen. It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 3 It?s a lot
And it?s not what you thought It?s a lot
Don?t you worry baby, I told you I was coming home. I would never leave you there, waiting in your chair, all alone. So when you say you did, well I say you didn?t. When you roll your eyes, I think you?re kidding. It?s a memory; All we could never be. It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 7 It?s a lot And it?s not what you thought It?s a lot