Из альбома: Field Studies
You've left at last, I knew you could
Leaving nothing to remember you by
Except how to be happy
And how not to care any more
Two by two, these things weren't meant for you
Your call never came, I wish that it would,
So I could have something to remember you by
Besides the way we fell to pieces
And how not to feel anything
Two by two, these things weren't meant for you
It rains today, or are those tears
Falling from the moon above
That bell in my head
It'll ring 'til I'm dead.