while i pretend asleep in the car, in the back seat hear your voice so high and clear it's a song i've never heard what parts do you keep in your big desk, folded that i'll never see? mystery. ""oh, my needs are quiet,"" you say you look so untouched now i built suits of armor for the things that burn us but yours sat empty you never needed it anyway why did i bring you water for the thirst that was my own? it's still relentless now our mutual friends say i'll see you tonight across that burning bridge we'll exchange pleasantries there are things you've put away in your big desk, folded that i'll never see what have you put away?