Brett Anderson

Let the game begin
I think I know where you've been
Wrapped in aching eye
Cause that gray flashed in your eyes
When you tremble like a rose,
Still dressed in summer clothes, still suffering
This pattern is in your eyes
The flowers faint when you're near
You don't understand me,
I don't pretend to be that clear
Till I tremble like the rose,
How do I follow where you go, still suffering?
I count the times
I've read the signs
I follow you
Ten steps behind
I dropped the line
I count the times
You burnt me
I count the times
I made some plans
I used to think of someone's hands