Your head is turned around, a twisted up face
Screwed up like a hurricane
The words are coming out tongue-tied every way
Getting away from you again

And it looks like red
But it feels like grey
And there are no signs to point the way

Fading in and out, coming through in waves
Breaking up on the line
Everything is in every other place
Moving in a different time

And when you're trying to find a place
And all you see is filled up space

Underneath are other things that you call by name
Familiar friends, you let them in
Just holding on so nothing slips away

Well I can't forget and you know I can't be wrong
I can't forget and you know I can't be wrong
I can't forget and you knew it all along
You know I can't be
You know I can't be wrong

Underneath are other things that you call by name
Familiar friends, you let them in
Just holding on so nothing slips away

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Writer(s): SHANNON FERGUSON, STEVE SCHILTZ