The Way I Belong To You

Your memory, it knocks out me like I'm made of
A living, breathing question
I can't stop or start or pull apart
So I become a child
Stomping feet and hands
And to justify those colder months
I turn them into years, years

And in them still no answers
Just old familiar fears

And an endless hope to feel
That some day I'll belong to someone
The way I belong to you
The way I belong...

Your memory is like some frame I depend upon
For all the new fitted pictures in them
I only see what's gone
A hundred possiblities are worth none
If none are taken
There's a hundred thousand monologues
Worth less than one conversation

A question and an answer
Oh, these old familiar fears

And an endless hope to feel
That some day I'll belong to someone
The way I belong to you
The way I belong...

Until your time comes my way
I keep living
I keep living
Until your time comes my way
I keep living
I keep living