Memento

Duncan Sheik

I'm threading through the evening 
it's later than I thought 
a friend of mine is waiting 
for cigarettes I brought 

she smiles she seems so tired 
so nothing is required 

I reach into my pocket 
some things she left behind 
nothing really happens 
in ways I can't define 

loose talk of hearts and heads 
of sleep in other beds 
it's better left unsaid 

she says that she is cold 
I wish that I could hold 

but no, 
how can you hold a soul? 
you just can't hold a soul 
that shines like gold 
she shines like gold 

I will, I won't, I would 
I've said more than I should 

she leaves she goes uptown 
she may not come back down 
she may not come back down 
she may not turn around 
she may not make a sound 
she may not come back down