Thieves Of Then

I know I've lived my life in the front row Leaving my heart in the backdoor Collecting stories while calling out others for being careless and lovers 'Cause I know feelings are best kept in heirlooms Predicting guilt in the bedroom Not feeling sorry for sharing the covers with second-hand brothers And I wish I had changed all the things I said when I was young And the truth is so unclear that the mist won't disappear All those summer nights and winter lights Left in the past I've got reasons to keep me from this low Connecting dots, feed my vision Reaching the borders of clearness and conscience A memory hoarder And I wish I had changed all the things I said when I was young And the truth is so unclear that the mist won't disappear All those summer nights and winter lights Left in the past And I wish I had changed all the things I said when I was young And the truth is so unclear that the mist won't disappear All those summer nights and winter lights Left in the past I know who I am