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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

You close your eyes and kiss your hand, then you blow it.
But it isn’t meant for me, and I notice.
If the choice was ours alone, then why’d we both choose letting go?
Does it end like this?

Time never had a chance to heal your heart —
just a number always counting down to a new start.

If you always knew the truth, then the world would spin around you —
are you dizzy yet?

Respectfully, some honesty I’m calling out.
Do you hear the conversation we talk about?
Go back away to the safety of a quiet house.
If there’s half a chance in this moment,
when your eyes meet mine, we show it.

All talk and not a lot to think;
we were living dreams,
and shame never crept close to our naked feet.
If there’s something left to lose
then don’t let me wear out my shoes —
I’m still walking.

I tried but it rang and rang;
I called all night on a pay phone — remember those from another life?
If everything I meant to you, you can lick and seal and fold in two,
then I’ve been so blind.

Respectfully, some honesty I’m asking now.
Do you hear the conversation we talk about?

Go back, away to the safety of a quiet house.
If there’s half a chance in this moment,
when your eyes meet mine, we show it.

Oh, oh, take it all back, take your first, your last, your only.
Oh, oh take it all back, take it all back, everything you showed me.
Oh, oh, this must be how it feels when the feeling goes.
Oh..

I told you as I haven’t, I never felt this way.
I said I had this shot; it stops my clock —
baby it’s okay.

You said you’d never have regrets —
Jesus, is there someone yet who got that wish?
Did you get yours, babe?

Respectfully, some honesty I’m asking now.
Do you hear the conversation we talk about?

Go back, away to the safety of a quiet house.
If there’s half a chance in this moment,
when your eyes meet mine, we show it.

These are lyrics by Jimmy Eat World, from 'Dizzy'. This was posted at 06:29 PM on 31 May 2008 .
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