There's a room in my house filled with cardboard cutouts
It is your memories, I watch them like I watch TV
There's a particular one, by the window in the sun
It is you from way back when
You're my oldest dearest friend
I hide in here like a silhouette
I'm the smoke from your cigarette
I hide in here like a criminal
Yeah I'm the picture on the wall
I can wait till the credits roll
I can wait so perfectly still
But I don't wanna wait till the curtain falls
'Caus there's only one way to find out
Yeah there's only one way to find out