'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left
And when I saw dry paint and your scribbled initials
I act like I could care less while my thumb pess to the paper
I wanted to find your 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
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so

You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so