I remember so well I forget too easily But the tracks of memory Are so freely Burned with pain I forgot the words I bury the meaning I keep a dry heart But the tears keep coming It was something you said It was a little thing but it fed The spinning wheel in my head And a part of me was dead It was something you said The letter in a bottle Washed up on my beach It was a picture Of water, of love So out of reach So far so near My fingers grab Dancing in the light I'm wound up so tight It was something you said It was a little thing but it fed The spinning wheel in my head And a part of me was dead It was something you said