| [00:17.78] | Leave our things |
| [00:20.64] | Leave them wrapped in dust |
| [00:25.22] | Protect our things |
| [00:29.22] | Wrapped in a film of us |
| [00:35.78] | Touch them sometimes |
| [00:37.87] | To remind them whose they are |
| [00:42.54] | And let the layers build up |
| [00:46.36] | Dirt is falling in the dark |
| [01:08.85] | Commit them to bags |
| [01:12.44] | And filthy frames |
| [01:16.40] | As your air blows past them |
| [01:20.66] | Sometimes whisper their names |
| [01:27.11] | Touch them sometimes |
| [01:29.37] | To remind them whose they are |
| [01:33.93] | And let the layers build up |
| [01:37.88] | Dirt is falling in the dark |
| [02:00.41] | I fell out of pace |
| [02:03.54] | I favoured newness over you |
| [02:07.82] | But I still like to think |
| [02:12.12] | That our things are always true |
| [02:18.46] | Touch them sometimes |
| [02:20.76] | To remind them whose they are |
| [02:25.35] | And let the layers build up |
| [02:29.21] | Dirt is falling in the dark |
| [02:51.87] | This is just a hiccup |
| [02:55.02] | In a bigger sealed plan |
| [02:59.49] | I sit here I sway |
| [03:03.53] | To preserve what I can |