Switch - Blackchords

Time combs through lies

Like a broken record I sound

When I try to explain

That I cannot explain

You photographed

Then put the picture

Up on the wall

It reminds me of how

Things could be good

Each night when I’m closing my eyes

And try to escape

I know that I

Cannot ignore

This anymore

It sounds a lot

Like a broken

Record I know

When I try to explain

That I cannot explain

Can’t switch it off

I can’t switch it off

And I wish that I could