'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left
And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials
I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper
I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it
Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams
And ghostly images of black trains
Now seeing every page is turned away
I wanted to own your portrait
Wanted to have it
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
1 | Twice |
2 | Ritual Union |
3 | Cat Rider |
4 | Pink Cloud |
5 | Feather |
6 | Shuffle A Dream |