I cut the heads out of the postcards
That you sent the day you died
Pinned them up together
Smiling side by side
Look in the [bad word] Every tiny tale that she told with you
It's really not important

And if i held you
If I hold you unintentionally blind
It's one of those erotic features you might like
Are you positioning yourself into a place you can't explain
Go on
With you it's always something

'cause here we are
And nothing really matters
And here we are
And nothing really matters more than

You remind me
Here

Caught in this world that's quite familiar
Psychologically sound
It's one of those erotic features you have found
Though it's irrelevent to me
I really think you should explain
With you and me it's always something

'cause here we are
And nothing really matters
And here we are
And nothing really matters more than

You remind me
Here

Don't take me on
I'm not so pretty this time
Don't take me home

I cut the heads out of the postcards
That you sent the day you died
Pinned them up together
Smiling side by side
Look in the [bad word] Every tiny tale that she told with you
And me it's always something
With you and me it's always something
With you and me it's always something

'cause here we are
And nothing really matters
And here we are
And nothing really matters more than

You remind me
Here