Time Wind - M83, Beck

Wake me up from the long way that we’ve come

Just to find out that it’s all been said and done

But we’ll do it again and say it’s all in our heads

Something automatic when you speak before you think

And you walk beside yourself to pass the time

If you never play the game you never lose anyway

See the photograph on an empty wall

Pictures of a life I can’t call my own

I need a love that won’t do me wrong

Waiting for the sound of a false alarm

The pictures all that I know

So afraid to unravel what we’ve made

Out of everything that changed before our eyes

You see the turning of the tide will bring us back to the shore

Take a photograph when it starts to fade to black

Someday you might never know if I was there

It’s the harder that you try that makes it hard to let go

See the photograph on an empty wall

Pictures of a life I can’t call my own

I need a love that won’t do me wrong

Waiting for the sound of a false alarm

The pictures all that I know

See the photograph

Are the pictures real?

See the photograph

Are the pictures real?

Want the pictures to be real

Want the pictures