We were friends to each other and strangers to ourselvesWas it a stranger that put down roots in your mind and rearranged the shelves?Shadows on the grass behind your dad's convenience storeWere they a glimpse of another life soon to spill over into yours? Monsters on the tarp, two city kids with a pocket lightCaught in a storm, counting the beats between lightning and thunder strikesThey say it’s in your past, they even say it’s in your bloodYou stayed inside cause you’d rather be by yourself than be misunderstoodDown in the dark at the bottom of your mindthere is a knot that no one can untieBack in the winter of'92 or '93, life at the bottom of the seaWhat is the smallest amount of love that can make up a family? Shadows on the floor, a strip of light under your doorTheir muffled sounds from another room, they don’t matter to you anymoreA friend with no name reached his hands into your mindand made a knot that no one could untieMade you believe in a flaw, you had no doubtsome people’s lives weren’t meant to work outShadows on the grass grew long and thin throughout the dayTowered like mountains over the casket, then rose and carried it awaySome day we’ll talk again like birds after the rainMy voice thin like a razor blade but you’ll sing like you were seventeenDown in the dark at the bottom of your mindyou cut a knot that no one could untieyou cut a knot that no one could untieyou cut a knot that no one could untie