Home In Your Clothes

Lyrics

Will you look at me like you still think I'm lovely When I'm tearing the love from your hands? And cutting between the lengths of your fingers As delicately as I can? Will the clocks stop when I stop saying your name And your ghost gets out of my mirror? Are you lonely with only me to blame? Sad and boring, take my soul away Am I abstract am I concrete? Either way you don't want me In any world where we could meet