Slipped Frame

Clocks on the wall are bending back

I trace the shadow in the crack

No words are heavy enough to stay

They just float away

In the quiet space (in the quiet space) We find a place

(we find a place) To trace the lines

(to trace the lines) That we left behind

(ooh-ahh) Paper-thin walls hear

everything

I wait to see

what the morning brings

In the quiet space (in the quiet space) We find a place

(we find a place) To trace the lines (to trace the lines)

That we left behind (ooh-ahh)

Behind...