We always had a thing
In your room chipping paint
She debuted in a magazine
I spent my days around
Taking the bus uptown
Seeing a girl I found to be a talent
She didn't know I could not find what I was looking for
Never mind the bulk of it
It’s in your hands again
Stroking it and we know
You’ll come up roses again
So get over it, get over it
It’s too late to pretend
Promise me, I’ll promise you
We will not tell our friends
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Looked in my nightstand drawer
And saw a picture there
I turned it around back
And saw a blank stare
Staring right back at me
And all the unseen kings
They had a laugh about me and all the things that
I could not see and could not find what I was looking for
Never mind the bulk of it
It’s in your hands again
Stroking it and we know
You’ll come up roses again
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah