I saw a picture of you
Looking at a picture of me
Time fades slow so i think so ridiculously
I saw remnants of them
Underneath breathing us
Waving out post-consciously their thoughts are all dust
Except in the materials that their minds made and left behind
Buried by the weather for the future to dig up and find
Your mind
I saw a picture of me
Looking through pictures of you
Before you were gone I knew exactly what to do
But they're still asleep on my sleeve
Won't wake up and leave
I guess I'll take them with me to see everything I see
Twisted urges that I carry and tuck-underneath
it's all connected to something hiding beneath 
Your feet
Beneath your feet
Beneath your feet