| [00:20.82] |
I'm glad you didn't stick |
| [00:24.42] |
To my fingers like a tremble |
| [00:29.37] |
A wasted fortune spent |
| [00:32.85] |
On things we never felt inside |
| [00:37.74] |
I count the footsteps |
| [00:41.40] |
That take me away from you |
| [00:46.17] |
Because I stayed too long |
| [00:49.86] |
Inside this crooked frame |
| [01:03.03] |
I'm glad you didn't spend the night like you had promised |
| [01:11.31] |
I'd have to stretch the truth to say that I was sorry |
| [01:19.86] |
And now I laugh out loud at things that aren't that funny |
| [01:28.23] |
Because I stayed too long inside this crooked frame |
| [01:33.60] |
I could burn my clothes and I would be alright |
| [01:40.89] |
I could burn the photographs and be alright |
| [01:45.06] |
I could burn the postcards I would be alright |
| [01:49.23] |
I could smile for the first time without thinking of you |
| [02:34.83] |
I'm glad you didn't stick to my fingers like honey |
| [02:43.02] |
I'd have to stretch the truth to say that you were pretty |
| [02:51.57] |
And now I laugh out loud at things that aren't quite funny |
| [02:59.88] |
Because I stayed too long inside your crooked frame |
