when i look out the window i only see my reflection no memory crescendos no past year possessions where did all of our time go like a ladder with no bottom and each rung passing below ive already forgot them how did i love you the first time we realized that we both did and all of the canyons in my mind were suddenly crossed upon your bridges how did i used to hold you before you knew that you needed it if everything always feels new then what if nothing is im trying to find my way back to where we started my tired mind holds no maps of the past if you are the wine then im the headache you part with leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass when the rain comes tomorrow and the sun peeks through small cracks then ill see youre an echo of a sound i cant get back where did all of our time go what is it that we dont know were missing there is no hope in photos if i cant remember the feelings within them and im trying to find my way back to where we started my tired mind holds no maps of the past if you are the wine then im the headache you part with leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass oh the saints go marching out with their faces full of doubt that we meant the promises well i cant remember if we did im trying to find my way back to where we started my tired mind holds no maps of the past if you are the wine then im the headache you part with leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass darling why did we ever pour the glass 