If we could turn back.
You can paper over the crack.
But it will return now, and your heart will burn black.
Forgotten my way home.
Forgotten everything that I know.
Every day a false start, and it burns my heart.
I know.
Everything you said was right, and I suppose.
Everything is here forever, till it goes.
You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself.
Just a picture on the shelf.
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Why is every Keane song so beautiful? I don’t get it.
