There's a moment in my mind I scribbled and erased a thousand times Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead I used to be a sentimental guy Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid I never thought so much could change <♪> Little things you said or did A part of me Come out from time to time Probably no one I know now Would notice I never thought so much could change <♪> You drifted far away Far away it seems Time has stopped The clock keeps going <♪> People talking And I'm watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow In a box in an attic I never thought so much would change Now I don't miss anyone I don't miss anything What a shame Cause I used to be a sentimental guy