When I was living on advice

You could have told me my name then

Washed away at the end of the night

I wasn't sure what to do

And at the time everyone was right

I couldn't be bothered to blame them

By the side of a regular life

You were the one no one knew

With your ten cigarettes at the side of the bed

And your books piled up

You were listening to something she said

You were thinking about her again

When I was captive of the light

I could have told you your name then

When they hit you from every side

You think this isn't happening to you

With your ten cigarettes at the side of the bed

And your books piled up

You were listening to something she said

You were thinking about her