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 $$#ess 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