You're Like A Moon That's Full,
Across A Sea Of Foam
I'm The Sky You've Been Burning

I Don't Think You Even Understand
I Thought I Held You By The Hand
I Thought I Held You

I'm Like A Songwriter;
You're The Reason I've Run Out,
Run Out Of Metaphors

I Don't Think You Even Understand
I Thought I Held You By The Hand
I Thought I Held You
I Thought I Held You