I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine

I can't remember you, remember us or anything

I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb

They taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb.

She comes apart in the avalanche

Fades out like a dance

Crawls back into bed

When it's over

When it's over

When it's over

And it's over.

I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars

I can't remember the last time that it was yours

I taught you how to feel, why do you feel numb

They taught us how to feel, but we just feel numb.

She falls apart in the avalanche

Fades out like a dance

Crawls back into bed

When it's over

When it's over

When it's over

When it's over.

She falls apart in the avalanche

Fades out like a dance

Crawls back into bed

When it's over

And it's over

When it's over.