Look in your glossary, there's a picture of me under failure. I could be sitting there. waiting w/ you for an hour or two. Subways and motorcars both seem to linger forever I see you fall away, your scream it's melting the hours I didn't make enough time for you. I could've had anything but threw away everything I didn't make enough time for you. I should've done something but i did nothing at all I see a foreign girl pasting her new suit together I see you far away cursing the saddest survivors. Rept. chorus Look in your glossary there's a picture of me under failure, under failure. Picture of me. picture of me.