a backwards glance in a borrowed dress
the taste of something imprecise
what’s the story there? what’d you want to go there for?
what did you think you’d find?
what do you think you’ll find without me
calling from far away
and you looking for what to say
but you will never be so free
if you want to know the truth about you
the smallest hands can still ring necks
some things i never will get straight
what’s the story there?
what’d you want to go there for?
what did you think you’d find?
what do you think you’ll find without me
always unhappy, always dark
always the last one to the start
and how you made it look so easy
i just want to know the truth about you
and how you made it look so easy
what did you want from me?
you cannot remember
what did you hope you’d see
could it have been better?
what did you think about when you thought about me
i will never know the truth about you…