Well I am pleased to meet your acquaintance
for the first time since you left
I still remember the dress you wore
when you looked surprised, and said "whatchya doing here?"
Well Iv'e bee hanging my head
In the space beneath my bed
And I have made friends with the dark
Because I can't see where you are
Out of sight,
Out of my my my my
Paper trails and perfume notes
All go up in a cloud of smoke
Ashes come as ashes go
but the embers burnt my double tongue
Well I buried that bone
beneath the willow tree
and it's been many a moon
and now it's back to bother me
Out of sight,
Out of my my my my
And Mono Lisa plagiarized,
the perfect brown of your brown eyes,
the subtle sin of olive skin,
You caught me throw me back again
Oh when I lie well I lie low
beneath the truth were it shows
And I'll take thirsty and blind
before I drown again in your brown eyes
Out of sight,
Out of my my my my
Out of sight,
Out of my my my my
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