| Song | I Don't Know You |
| Artist | From Indian Lakes |
| Album | Able Bodies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Take all of your photographs. | |
| Throw them into the fire. | |
| And find all of your mirrors | |
| And take them too. | |
| And shake off the dust and the dirt. | |
| Clean your hands and your faces. | |
| And hold back your tears until its through. | |
| Cause' the photographs I’ve taken only blur the faces out, | |
| And my mind can’t seem to hold onto anyone. | |
| And If I hold my hand out to the people that I’ve met | |
| do they hesitate to touch me? | |
| Is it all just in my head? | |
| But I don’t think so, | |
| And I don’t think at all. | |
| And I don’t know you, | |
| But I don’t know anyone. | |
| Take all of my oxygen. | |
| Take my lungs and my insides. | |
| And find all of my teeth you can have them too. | |
| Cause' the only words I’ve spoken are to get me back to bed | |
| And my hands can’t seem to hold on to anyone. | |
| And If I close my eyelids for a moment I could rest. | |
| But am I listening for my heartbeat? | |
| Is there something in my chest? | |
| But I don’t think so, | |
| And I don’t think at all. | |
| And I don’t know you, | |
| But I don’t know anyone. | |
| And your eyes weren’t open, | |
| But you’re already there. | |
| And your eyes weren't open | |
| But you're already there. | |
| Sweet thing your eyes are too tired. | |
| Believe me you don’t want to see the world, | |
| the world outside. | |
| I could take your picture now, | |
| Or I could leave you out | |
| And we could stay right here. | |
| We could paint a picture now, | |
| Or we could turn it into something else right here. |
| Take all of your photographs. | |
| Throw them into the fire. | |
| And find all of your mirrors | |
| And take them too. | |
| And shake off the dust and the dirt. | |
| Clean your hands and your faces. | |
| And hold back your tears until its through. | |
| Cause' the photographs I' ve taken only blur the faces out, | |
| And my mind can' t seem to hold onto anyone. | |
| And If I hold my hand out to the people that I' ve met | |
| do they hesitate to touch me? | |
| Is it all just in my head? | |
| But I don' t think so, | |
| And I don' t think at all. | |
| And I don' t know you, | |
| But I don' t know anyone. | |
| Take all of my oxygen. | |
| Take my lungs and my insides. | |
| And find all of my teeth you can have them too. | |
| Cause' the only words I' ve spoken are to get me back to bed | |
| And my hands can' t seem to hold on to anyone. | |
| And If I close my eyelids for a moment I could rest. | |
| But am I listening for my heartbeat? | |
| Is there something in my chest? | |
| But I don' t think so, | |
| And I don' t think at all. | |
| And I don' t know you, | |
| But I don' t know anyone. | |
| And your eyes weren' t open, | |
| But you' re already there. | |
| And your eyes weren' t open | |
| But you' re already there. | |
| Sweet thing your eyes are too tired. | |
| Believe me you don' t want to see the world, | |
| the world outside. | |
| I could take your picture now, | |
| Or I could leave you out | |
| And we could stay right here. | |
| We could paint a picture now, | |
| Or we could turn it into something else right here. |
| Take all of your photographs. | |
| Throw them into the fire. | |
| And find all of your mirrors | |
| And take them too. | |
| And shake off the dust and the dirt. | |
| Clean your hands and your faces. | |
| And hold back your tears until its through. | |
| Cause' the photographs I' ve taken only blur the faces out, | |
| And my mind can' t seem to hold onto anyone. | |
| And If I hold my hand out to the people that I' ve met | |
| do they hesitate to touch me? | |
| Is it all just in my head? | |
| But I don' t think so, | |
| And I don' t think at all. | |
| And I don' t know you, | |
| But I don' t know anyone. | |
| Take all of my oxygen. | |
| Take my lungs and my insides. | |
| And find all of my teeth you can have them too. | |
| Cause' the only words I' ve spoken are to get me back to bed | |
| And my hands can' t seem to hold on to anyone. | |
| And If I close my eyelids for a moment I could rest. | |
| But am I listening for my heartbeat? | |
| Is there something in my chest? | |
| But I don' t think so, | |
| And I don' t think at all. | |
| And I don' t know you, | |
| But I don' t know anyone. | |
| And your eyes weren' t open, | |
| But you' re already there. | |
| And your eyes weren' t open | |
| But you' re already there. | |
| Sweet thing your eyes are too tired. | |
| Believe me you don' t want to see the world, | |
| the world outside. | |
| I could take your picture now, | |
| Or I could leave you out | |
| And we could stay right here. | |
| We could paint a picture now, | |
| Or we could turn it into something else right here. |