The Pacifiers - C G Y Lyrics

You slept beside me on the bus
In an almost primal display of trust
Hey, I hear that you're from Calgary
Don't they name their streets from 'A' to 'Zed'

You rest your head against the frosted window pane
The condensation melts and drops out of the frame

Leaving blue gold accents
That catch the light when
The five piece quartet
Fights the silence
In your head

I only barely knew your name
But you were Mona Lisa all the same
Hey, how are things back in Calgary
Do you still go back there in your head

Do you still dread the thought of giving out your name
Or did this city's novelty get washed out before you came

Leaving grey-green islands
To scrape the sky with
And Michael Stipe lives
Behind your eyelids
And my head

Keeps getting closer now
Almost enough
Almost as much
No you don't have to know
Maybe you do
How could I know
I never do

And there's a voice I associate with your face that isn't yours
And there's a voice I associate with your face that isn't yours