Lyrics
In my pockets of memory
Where I keep my change
There's no notion of order
It's hard to arrange
It won't bear inspection
There's nothing to see
Chaotic collections
Of symbols of me
It all comes down to the sound
When you can't find the key
Spin it around on common ground
Till it sounds like me
And when it sounds like me
I almost hear my name
It seems like a picture
Slipping out of its frame
It takes most of your wishes
To make it come true
They're mostly for free
But you pay for a few
It all comes down to the sound
Of something longing to be
It spins around in lost and found
Till we learn to see
We learn to see
And when we learn to see
There's no big surprise
It's always been there
So you open your eyes
And you take it for granted
It's the way it should be
Then you turn out the light
And find you still have the key
'Cause it all comes down to the sound
That tears the heart out of me
Spins you around till the chains fall down
And set you free
They set you free
They set you free