I guess I've been bruised if we were to speak plain

Every bruise that comes to flesh, makes it mark on the brain

You say it's always been and always will be

Anything you say has already been said, a million times



Do you think of all of the side streets we've walked past

Or our buried skeletons in the back yard?



So you think you've moved me to change

How could I be moved when I want to move away from this place?

Things you think you know or you may have seen

Might have come to pass if your hands had been kept clean



Do you think of all of the side streets we've walked past

Or our buried skeletons in the back yard?