[00:24.023] To see within is to feel without a light[00:29.754] Who'd have thought that we'd break the things we like?[00:35.545] To find a stone just to bounce across the pond[00:41.294] Is the path it makes, that's a clue to other songs[00:46.996] Her hair curls in the damp of the night[00:53.086] The scent recalls like a photograph with life[00:58.852] Her hair, it curls in the depth of the night[01:04.730] The scent recalls like a photograph with life[01:22.258] To live without is to live under a spell[01:28.110] Who'd have thought that we'd turn our home to hell?[01:34.092] To find a bone and to float it down the stream[01:39.836] It's the path it takes that's a clue to many greens[01:45.440] Her hair curls in the damp of the night[01:51.292] The scent recalls like a photograph with life[01:57.177] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights[02:02.987] Records the air like a memory of night[02:08.841] Her hair curls in the damp of the night[02:14.678] The scent recalls like a photograph with life[02:20.528] Her woollen coat under yellow sodium lights[02:26.380] Records the air like a memory of night