Scribbled Paper

'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left

And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials

I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper

I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it

Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams

And ghostly images of black trains

Now seeing every page is turned away

I wanted to own your portrait

Wanted to have it

You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so

You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so