13 April 2012
I’ve seen the Adjustment Bureau. I’ve only seen it once. But I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve gone running through door after door, clinging to my hat.
I chase bread crumbs dropped by you. I follow them through each door. I’m being chased by myself I keep my head down and my eyes glued to the floor I have to find the next crumb Or else it’s all over.
As I chase after you across the limitless city The crumbs are harder to find I begin to struggle to find your path I convince myself you’ve run low That the daybreak brought hungry birds. That people have merely trodden them Carrying them away on their soles.
I keep chasing until I’m guessing doors I’m lost and desperate. I can’t trace your last few doors. I can’t see the crumbs I can’t smell the perfume I can’t trace your thoughts I can’t even call you. I have refused to believe You would stop dropping crumbs Because I know you wanted me. That can’t be true anymore Because now you’re gone And I can’t find my way back to you.
Can’t Find My Way Back • Opuss № I