Из альбома: Love Is for the Rich
There's paint on a brush
But waiting is all that you know
The doors have been locked from the inside
There's nothing there
The memory you have of your Dad
Is losing you sleep
As well as your lovers and friends and family
I don't mind
I don't mind
The shape of your insides
The shape of your insides
The sunlight collides with your walls
And begs you to breathe
And your mind is in other places
'til it leaves
Lately your thoughts are as focused
as they'll every be
You're thinking of upside down pictures
And symmetry
I don't mind
I don't mind
The shape of your insides
The shape of your insides