All the new things I don’t know about you
I’m sure you’ve grown up quite a bit
People sometimes ask about you
I’m never sure what to reply with
I’m a water mark in your bed
An ink stain, dried but left
A faded face in your photographs
Just another ghost you left in your past
I’m a water mark for your bed
Another notch left in your belt
An hour past in a different life
An ink stain, long, long dried
All the new things you don’t know about me
I’ve grown up some since then
I wonder if you ever think about me
Wonder what we’d be doing if I wasn’t
A water mark in your bed
An ink stain, dried but left
A faded face in your photographs
Just another ghost you left in your past
I’m a water mark for your bed
Another notch left in your belt
An hour past in a different life
An ink stain, long, long dried
A faded face in your photographs,
Just another ghost you left in your past,
Swallowed by the hands of time,
I let myself spin around
In the memory of you and me
In the memory of us.
(A faded face in your photographs)
Swallowed by the hands of time
(Just another ghost you left in your past)
Swallowed by the hands of time
I’m a water mark in your bed
An ink stain, dried but left
A faded face in your photographs
Just another ghost you left in your past
I’m a water mark for your bed
Another notch left in your belt
An hour past in a different life
An ink stain, long, long dried
I’m a watermark in your bed.
