Memory never serves to see it straight ahead
If you can, eventually it swerves
And leaves you standing there
With an empty leash in your hands
Everything up to this point told me
I'd be far away from where I am
'Cause every face has turned away
Every hand is closed, but wait
Is that an opening I see
Or just my failing memory
Presence is an unlikely fault
That hides itself deep inside of my chest
Shows itself just to let me know
That what I am is no where near my best
I thought you could set me straight
But all, all you've done is turn me inside out
'Cause every thought destroys itself
Every voice is someone else
I guess you've helped me understand
What can happen by another's hand
By another's hand
By another's hand