The Collection - No Maps of the Past lyrics

When I look out the window, I only see my reflection No memory crescendos, no past-year possessions Where did all of our time go? Like a ladder with no bottom And each rung pa**ing below: I've already forgot them How did I love you the first time we realized that we both did? And all of the canyons in my mind were suddenly crossed upon your bridges How did I used to hold you before you knew that you needed it? If everything always feels new, then what if nothing is? I'm trying to find my way back to where we started My tired mind holds no maps of the past If you are the wine, then I'm the headache you part with Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the gla** When the rain comes tomorrow, and the sun peeks through small cracks Then I'll see you're an echo of a sound I can't get back Where did all of our time go? What is it that we don't know we're missing? There is no hope in photos if I can't remember the feelings within them and I'm trying to find my way back to where we started My tired mind holds no maps of the past If you are the wine, then I'm the headache you part with Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the gla** Oh, the saints go marching out with their faces full of doubt That we meant the promises Well, I can't remember if we did I'm trying to find my way back to where we started My tired mind holds no maps of the past If you are the wine, I'm the headache you part with Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the gla** Darling, why did we ever pour the gla**?