even open wounds leave strings attached to a time and place i won’t get back and it feels like vertigo all that running in circles won’t tell me how to find some piece of mind one minute from turning home one minute is personal and i don’t know how to cope if this is all i have and i’ll bury my head in my hands there was something i wanted to say but didn’t say to you like a dream where you talk and still the words won’t find a way out the tip of my tongue just has a way of dragging me down and it’s just like i tried to say we’d drift further and further away went from hey to hello now I’m letting go of someone i used to know and i’ll bury my head in my hands there was something i wanted to say but didn’t say to you like a dream where you talk and still the words won’t find a way out the tip of my tongue just has a way of dragging me down and i’ll bury my head in my hands there was something i wanted to say but didn’t say to you like a dream where you talk and still the words won’t find a way out the tip of my tongue just has a way of dragging me down