Walking through the past
What can you do
When another old mask recognizes itself in you
Twenty odd summers ago
Fluttering back with a whisper through your hand
and a glimmer in your eye
In a tiffany box where I kept your face
Theres an old snapshot of a burnt out place
She's moving like a figure on the ice
Gold powder on a glass baseboard
Her lips are speaking; take her advice
Don't try shadowing her
Locked inside yourself
Where can you go
When it's somebody else with the keys to free your soul
There is no more house
Where you were once in
Just a dozen bright rooms
and a portrait of no one
By your old man's bed
Where we pressed our love
With the condom drying in a cracked teacup
She's moving like a figure on the ice
Gold powder on a glass baseboard
Her lips are speaking; take her advice
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
In a tiffany box where I kept your face
There's an old snapshot of a burnt out place
She's moving like a figure on the ice
Gold powder on a glass baseboard
Her lips are speaking; take her advice
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Keep moving like a figure on the ice
Soft powder on a glass baseboard
Her lips are speaking; take her advice
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
Don't turn around
Don't try shadowing her
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Lyrics submitted by Olivia Bartolini.