look in your glossary, there's a picture of me under failure.
i could be sitting there. waiting w/ you for an hour or two.
subways and motorcars both seem to linger forever
i see you fall away, your scream it's melting the hours

i didn't make enough time for you.
i could've had anything but threw away everything
i didn't make enough time for you.
i should've done something but i did nothing at all

i see a foreign girl pasting her new suit together
i see you far away cursing the saddest survivors.

rept. chorus

look in your glossary there's a picture of me under failure, under failure.

picture of me. picture of me.