If I still wrote songs this one would be about you, called 

"How I Spent My Days in Mazes Without You" 

In labyrinths of synths and cold and pulsing patterns 

When you sing the rings of Saturn spin 



If I could write books this one would be about you, called 

"How I Spent My Summer Lost Without You" 

We spent a month in bed and you know what's strange? 

We woke up and everything had changed! 



And now it's time to assess what we're to do with this mess 

Because when I hear your heart through your chest 

It sounds like Morse Code signalling S.O.S. 



It's your life wrapped up on magnetic tape 

And it's a symphony of sounds you can't escape 

Each one represents a portion of the past 

The reels go spinning like sands through the hourglass 



And you can just admit it; this love is parasitic and 

This heart clings on like a leech, while you keep yours just outside of reach 

When I'm remembering you one photograph wouldn't do 

'Cause through research here's what I found: 

Two vibrating hearts produce a sound! 



It's your life wrapped up on magnetic tape 

And it's a symphony of sounds you can't escape 

Each one represents a portion of the past 

The reels go spinning like sands through the hourglass