Walking through the past What can you do When another old mask recognizes itself in you
Twenty odd summers ago Fluttering back with a whisper through your hand and a glimmer in your eye
In a Tiffany box where I kept your face There's an old snapshot of a burnt out place
She's moving like a figure on the ice Gold powder on a glass baseboard Her lips are speaking; take her advice Don't try shadowing her
Locked inside yourself Where can you go When it's somebody else with the keys to free your soul
There is no more house Where you were once in Just a dozen bright rooms and a portrait of no one
By your old man's bed Where we pressed our love With the condom drying in a cracked teacup
She's moving like a figure on the ice Gold powder on a glass baseboard Her lips are speaking; take her advice Don't turn around Don't try shadowing her
In a tiffany box where I kept your face There's an old snapshot of a burnt out place
She's moving like a figure on the ice Gold powder on a glass baseboard Her lips are speaking; take her advice Don't turn around Don't try shadowing her
Keep moving like a figure on the ice Soft powder on a glass baseboard Her lips are speaking; take her advice Don't turn around Don't try shadowing her