I remember so well
I forget too easily
But the tracks of memory
Are so freely
Burned with pain

I forgot the words
I bury the meaning
I keep a dry heart
But the tears keep coming

It was something you said
It was a little thing but it fed
The spinning wheel in my head
And a part of me was dead
It was something you said

The letter in a bottle
Washed up on my beach
It was a picture
Of water, of love
So out of reach

So far so near
My fingers grab
Dancing in the light
I'm wound up so tight

It was something you said
It was a little thing but it fed
The spinning wheel in my head
And a part of me was dead
It was something you said