I found your photograph
in a cardboard box in a magazine
i can't remember you, remember us or anything
i taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb
they taught you how you feel, but you just feel numb
she comes apart in the avalanche
fades out like a dance
crawls back into bed when it's over
and it's over
I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars
i can't remember the last time that it was yours
i taught you how to feel, why do you feel numb
they taught us how to feel, but we just feel numb
she falls apart in the avalanche
fades out like a dance
and crawls back into bed when it's over
and it's over