Witty Boys Make Graves

I hate the way I cannot see
All of the spaces between the trees
So I take a photograph and try to make it work
But every memory is just a circle drawn in the dirt

I love the way you hug the sea
I love the way your shirt fits me
So I'll write a letter and hope to see you soon
But everything is black and white if you look at the moon

I watched the day break on your back
I felt the sway of hips and math
Cause when you move the world becomes your room
And you paint it the colors of my heart

I found a way to pass the time
I found a way to ease my mind
I look at the sky and I'll try to understand
That the moon can tell you more than any man

I hate the way I cannot see
All of the spaces between the trees
So i take a photograph and try to make it work
But every memory is just a circle drawn in the dirt

But everything is black and white if you look at the moon
And you paint it the colors of my heart
And that the moon can tell you more than any man

You can't win
You can't win
You can't win
You can't win