I found your photograph, in a cardboard box, in a magazine. I can't re member you, re member us, or anything I t aught you how to feel but you just feel numb They t aught you how to feel but you just feel numb * She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche * Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over it's over.. . I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars I can't re member the last time that it was yours I taught you how to feel why do you feel numb? They taught us how to feel but we just feel numb * She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche * Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over it's over.. . * She falls apart in the av-a-lanche * Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed When it's over When it's over When it's over it's over.. .