I didn't see you coming
I could have hidden if i'd known
It was not a pleasure bumping into you

I don't enjoy these moments
Like you seem to
Part of my collection

Voices from the past

The phone rings a thousand times

And i always pick it up
And i know it's you, or you, or you, or you
But i just wanted to be sure

I wait in my apartment for old friends to move away
Sitting on my door step
Voices from the past


I try to walk away with them nipping at my heals
I shade my eyes and press my thumbs against my ears


A blue car is in the lot outside the store
It looks like i'll be shopping

Somewhere else today
I hear a horn honk as i'm walking down the street
Behind electric windows

Voices from the past

Familiar writing, a scented letter in the box

I know it's you, i know it's you
But i'll read it anyway
And i'll file it with the others

In a plastic bag behind the house
Part of my collection
Voices from the past


I try to walk away with them nipping at my heals
I shade my eyes and press my thumbs against my ears


Voices from the past
Voices from the past

Voices