What in the world could it be this time now I thought that I could make it a day without
Drawing a circle around a straight line I want to choose one, I wanna make time
Unpacking boxes lighter things went on top Down at the bottom all the things I forgot
Hard to empty, hard to carry up another flight All the time it takes to hold it right
I've seen you sitting broken with one light out Whatever it is I'll end up wrapping round
Hard to empty, hard to carry up another flight All the time it takes to hold it right