Something You Said - Thermal And A Quarter

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