If there are ways and means or methods To snap it into place with sharpness, With form, with function The scene I kept in a frame Thinking back to when I was fourteen in '85 Wishing these conversations had survived With form, with function This distance leaves me cast But I want you to hear my voice I'm sending out you a signal History's choking on the fumes of this night You're stalling this re-run Our words now filling gaps in time The weakness I fell for Long since our voices fell flat Fragile and flawless The eyes I could never bring back Remember the endings You know what we're leaving for The context we're feeling for, the context we're feeling for Ideas that won't grow Songs that they play no more Fragile and flawless The eyes I could never bring back The context we're feeling for