A tape recorder, a length of ropeLack of focus, shred of hopeA piece of thread is all that holdsThis ship togetherIn this room you lost your heartDocument and catalogueThink of how the past gets bogged downUnderneath your feetAlways underneath your feetTurn this off when it startsTo sounds familiarIt will always be incompleteBut no one can say that maybe someday your prayers wonât be answered rewindTake her word sheâs always rightSheâs always there on your darkest nightYou must go on what else is there for you to do now?When you think youâve lost my waySheâll hide the razors draw the shadesYouâll try to find the last good memory you once hadTurn this off when it starts to sound familiarIt will always be incompleteBut no one can say that maybe someday your prayers wonât be answeredRewindIâm sorry i didnât get to see you iâm sorry i didnât keep in touchMy friend iâve been missing you very muchBut you know it goes awayIf you give it time