Testo di Folded

Well I tried to remember the feelings in words To write you in pictures to focus the blurred Images of your features, and all of the beautiful lies that we told So I try like a widower, furrowed white brow At the cornershop recounting to the old crowd Of his first wife’s complexion When all of the skeleton lines have erased We folded Under stormy weather Imagine it all, the love that we wasted Well it’s not that you’re gone You’re just farther away And the very same distance I thought you would stay Because I broke you pieces I broke you to pieces We folded Under stormy weather Imagine it all, the love that we wasted