Текст From Indian Lakes – I Don’t Know You

Take all your photographs, and throw them into the fire
and find all your mirrors, and take them too.
And shake off the dust and the dirt, clean your hands and your faces.
And hold back your tears until it’s through.

‘Cause the photographs I’ve taken only blur the faces out,
and my mind can’t seem to hold on to anyone.
And if I hold my hands out to the people that I’ve met,
do they hesitate to touch me; is it all just in my head?

But I don’t think so,
and I don’t think at all.
And I don’t know you,
but I don’t know anyone.

Take all my oxygen, take my lungs and my insides,
and find all of my teeth, you can have them too.
‘Cause the only words I’ve spoken
are to get me back to bed,
and my hands can’t seem to hold on to anyone.
And if I close my eyelids for a moment, I can rest.
But am I listening for my heartbeat; is there something in my chest?

But I don’t think so,
and I don’t think at all.
And I don’t know you,
but I don’t know anyone.

And your eyes won’t open,
but you’re already there.
And your eyes won’t open,
but you’re already there.

Sweet thing, your eyes are too tired.
Believe me, you don’t want to see the world;
the world outside.