Crooked Lines - Hey Marseilles, Chris Cartier

Silent summer licks in old town

Forgetting Sundays

Trading moments of sound

Aimless wandering through the evergreens

All the moments I lost while caught in your words

I tried to find all the patterns and lines

You left behind

Those crooked signs

Words I tried not to write

I left behind

Every autumn moves me backwards

And my memories start to loop in reverse

All the fallen leaves

The slipping symmetries

Every waking hour

Takes me back to your words

I tried to find all the patterns and lines

You left behind

Those crooked signs

Words I tried not to write

I left behind

I’ve been going back, back to the old place

Couldn’t figure out

I couldn’t figure it out

Am I going back, back to my old ways

Couldn’t figure out

I couldn’t figure it out

I’ve been going back, back to the old place

Couldn’t figure out

I couldn’t figure it out

Am I going back, back to my old ways

Couldn’t figure out

I couldn’t figure it out