| Song | Trace of a Cat's Eye |
| Artist | Matt Nathanson |
| Album | Not Colored Too Perfect |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When the leaves have changed, | |
| when the world around you starts to grow deranged, | |
| the faces that you see are looking strange, | |
| and your principles have all been rearranged, | |
| when only tears remain, | |
| in the residue the ruins of your brain. | |
| Start looking for a way you can explain, | |
| though the reasons should've made themselves quite plain. | |
| And then you'll think of me, | |
| in the moment when we'd almost broken free. | |
| Your mind will start its drifting wistfully, | |
| to the corner of your heart nobody sees. |