Pictures on the floor
Of my head from our big Sunday
We both woke up late
Drove up to the garden and laid
Everything out bare
I don't remember everything you said
But the petals in your hair
And the feeling in the air meant something
There you were
There I was
Then we weren't
Shut it down
Tuned you out
It was automatic
Pictures on the floor
Of my head from our big sunday
When the petals in your hair
And the feeling in the air meant something
There you were
There I was
Then we weren't
Shut it down
Threw you out
It was automatic