I remember walking home with my father from the station
Hand in hand, and all alone in silent frustration
And the words he said to me just drifted away in the wind
Like this memory, like the photographs in my father's house

I don't want to be faded skin
I don't want to fade out
I want to fade in
I want to fade in

Can you see me? I can't see myself
Can you hear me? I can hardly hear myself
And I don't want to be a faded memory
All I want is to be me

I don't want to be faded skin
I don't want to fade out
I want to fade in
I want to fade in

I Know You Too Well

I heard you saying the same words that I said
I saw you reading the same book that I've read
I heard you singing a song that I wrote myself
I know you too well

I know you only too well
I know you only too well

Mirror faced, tiresome and restless, two extremes
Finite eyes, why follow me?
I know you better than I know myself
I know you too well

I know you only too well
I know you only too well
I know you only too well
I know you only too well

This is not your voice
This is not your voice
This is not your voice
And this is not you