i had a name some old day
 when the crime of you kept me in the frame
 and we had a look both you and me
 like a handful of colour thrown on the street
 that's right now
 
 but i felt ashamed most of those days
 cause the summer came but the winter stayed
 well what can you say to a dying day
 'will you stay here a while, keep the darkness away?'
 and oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known
 and oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown
 that i just wanna be your easy part
 
 now the memory burns cause the days were flames
 yeah the nights were cool but they were all the same
 but if i go there again well i wont be sane
 not a calling guest just a ghost in the rain
 and oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known
 and oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown
 that i just wanna be your easy part
 
 what would i be needing to find?
 what would i be needing to see?
 what would i be needing to say?
 what would i be needing to do?
 yeah if everything's a question for you
 then every answer has its own question too
 yeah and that's what bleeds the life out of you
 oh oh oh
 yeah i had a name some old day
 when the crime of you kept me in the frame