Now where should we start, we just drifted apart nAnd soon it is gone, the place you were born nA strange, hollow shift where someone once lived nIn rooms that grew bare when no one lived there nThe same house seen from all possible angles nThe wind once went through and made your curtains dangle nAnd sunlight through windows made us silhouettes on the wall nTurn away from the scenenThe same person seen from the most positive angles nThrough years that went by with old lovers entanglednThey made us all seem just like cigarette burns on the floor nTurn away from the scenen