Porter Young

Where'd you go when the skin grew cold
And I feel a part of everything
What'd you do when I lied to you
Told you you were everything to me...


Porter's calling on a bright young Sunday afternoon
Recalling all the labors of our sins
Watch and wonder how could we be so blindly naive
Recalling all the times we left too soon

Porter's calling on a bright young Sunday afternoon
Recalling all the pages left behind
Find the chapter with the diagrams for fools
Recalling all the times I left too soon

On a Bright Young Sunday Afternoon

Porter's dreaming on a bright young Sunday afternoon
Receiving all he wants but still assumes
Guilty sorrow from the pages torn to cover wounds
Receiving paper cuts that heal too soon

Porter's dreaming on a bright young Sunday afternoon
Receiving golden crowns for being down
Helpless healing from a shaman deep in dream despair
Receiving memories that leave too soon

On a Bright Young Sunday Afternoon


Where'd you go when the skin grew cold
And I feel a part of everything
Loosing hold of what you can't let go
Do you feel apart from everything