Something doesn't feel right
I can't find the words you like
The ones I used to find so easy
I'm in debt to the memory of the way we used to be
Something doesn't look right
I see cracks in porcelain skies
And they don't patch so easy
I'm in debt to the memory of the way we used to be
As easy as laughter to a child
As easy as blood stains the wild
Some don't seek and still they find
While the love I sought has me crying out
I'm in debt to the memory of the way we used to be