Your Old One

Take me to the day
I wanna see the place where the memory started
Was it lonely there, C?

Long eyes cry on the way home
Now I'm blind with an invention of love
But I know it'd be no fun being your old one
And never arriving

Isn't it a shame?
The man that I became won't look at his labor
But there's all these noises ringing through me
Are they ringing through you, C?
Are they ringing through you too?

Long eyes cry on the way home
Now I'm blind with this invention of love
But I know it'd be no fun being your old one
And never arriving