I Kept Everything

The Church · Forget Yourself [2004]

I kept everything

Mornings and days paraded through space

And stripped of all their meaning, I saved everything

But this afternoon, I just ran out of room

I haven't got the foggiest



Yeah, let me get this straight

(Yeah, yeah)

If it's a matter of luck or a matter of fate

(Yeah, yeah)



I'm a tiny little flash in a damaged universe

You know what makes it better only makes it worse



Trying to find you

Try to remind you

Trying to find you



I see everything

Glitter and glamor, the bitter, the hammer

That smashes up the evening, I heard everything

Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks

I haven't got the feeling left



Wait, let me sort this out

(Yeah, yeah)

If it's a question of faith or a question of doubt

(Yeah, yeah)



You're an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place

I wonder who's representing you, handling your case



Trying to find you

Try to remind you

Trying to find you

(Yeah, yeah, trying to find you, oh, oh)