آهنگ: Emilie Autumn. Photographic Memory..

You're not so far away

Your sitting in the space between the night and day

And so I'll wait for the sound of your footsteps

The tea that's brewed too strong

The part of me that's waited patiently for oh so long

At least I try

But I'm relying

On my photographic memory

While painfully realizing

It's not all that it's cracked up to be

And falling's just another way to fly

I wonder why it's never easier than

The first time