His head was a city of paper buildings And the echoes that remained Of old friends and lovers Their features bleeding together in his brain And once it started it was harder to tell them apart
He was always distracted by the very mention of an open door 'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder
The television was snowing softly As she hunted for her keys She said she never envisioned him the type of person Capable of such deceit
And then they carried on like long division As it was clear with every page That they were further away from a solution that would play
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder
He had sworn not to be what he'd been before
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder
В его голове город бумажных зданий И отзвуки, оставшиеся От давних друзей и любовниц. Их образы смешивались в один в его мозгу, И всё сложнее было различить, кто есть кто.
Его всегда отвлекало простое упоминание об открытой двери, Потому что он поклялся не быть тем, кем был прежде,
В телевизоре тихо шуршал снег, А она искала свои ключи. Говорила, что представить не могла, как он, такой человек, Способен на подобный обман.
Их история продолжалась, как деление в столбик, И с каждой страницей было ясно, Что они удалялись от возможности решения
Без остатка, остатка, остатка, остатка. Без остатка, остатка, остатка, остатка. Без остатка, остатка, остатка, остатка. Без остатка, остатка, остатка, остатка.
