IRC-Galerie

This is morning
That's when I spend the
most time
Thinking 'bout what I've
given up
This is a warning
When you start the day
just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what
I've given up

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through
the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony
of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs
again
This mix could burn a hole
in anyone
But it was you I was
thinking of

I read your letter
The one you left when you
broke into my house
Retracing every step you
made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me
in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell
me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through
the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony
of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs
again
This mix could burn a hole
in anyone
But it was you I was
thinking of

And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through
the stereo
I conduct a symphony of
sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you
track by track
I swear to God this mix
could sink the sun
But it was you I was
thinking of

And where are you now?
And where are you now?

And this is my mixed tape
for her
It's like I wrote every
note
With my own fingers




Jack's Mannequin - The
Mixed Tape