How do you choose your words –
That’s where I judge your darling.
Where the attention comes from depends on how much I care.
I remember those years, they’re hard not to remember.
All the things you wrote then, I know them word by word,
Oh, so they say: Oh, shut up, will you!
It’s so strange how much in life that changes you.
A smell and a sound, a moving picture can take you back again.
And I, I don’t know how to take it.
And you, you don’t know how to spell it,
Yeah, you don’t know how to spell it.
There’s so much we need to say, there’s so much to understand.
On my way home in the car you held my hand.
And I do remember sleeping in your house, on the floor,
With the dust in my eye.
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