i see them argue the way that we used to he s got his head in his heads she s staring at her shoes her spirits talking but her body s standing in the way her spirits talking we were thieves under that blanket like magnet poles pulling out the poison from deep within our soles i was a blind man reading your body like braille i was a blind man i thought i heard you say something beautiful in your own way you were softening floating on the breeze of my memories we live with our eyes half open the sun spinning round the room in the wisdom of words unspoken you said something beautiful in your own way something truthful you were softening floating on the breeze of my memories something beautiful something truthful i hear a softening floating on the breeze of my memories