Текст песни In The Creases

You're the smell of the toast

That you made in the mornings.

You're the page in my book

That I keep to myself.

You're the unlocking sound

When I turn my door key.

You're the scar

That I have from the time

That I fell.

I can't describe the faces.

I can't recall the names.

But you remain...

I keep you in the creases.

I hide you in the folds.

Protect you from the sunlight.

Shield you from the cold.

Everybody said

They were glad to see you go.

But no one ever has to know.

You're the part of the moon

That blends into the blackness.

Even though we know

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You're the song that I sing

And I don't need to practice.

You're the green shoes

I keep though

They're too small to wear.

I can't describe the faces.

I can't recall the names.

But you remain...

I keep you in the creases.

I hide you in the folds.

Protect you from the sunlight.

Shield you from the cold.

Everybody said they were glad

To see you go.

But no one ever has to

No one ever has to know the things

That I refuse to see

And all the nights I still can't sleep.

I curl up in the sheets

Between the creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps...

Even when you love a dream