Hand Habits The Book On How To Change Part Ii Lyrics

When i want to misbehave
Think about my mothers grave
And the book on how to change
Wasn't written in one day

If i had to rearrange
The messages they take their shape
Like photographs taken from
The book on how to change

You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don't have that memory

Waking from the deepest sleep
The difference between life and dream
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the tv screen

On the brightest clear blue day
A boomerang, an aeroplane
Suddenly wanting to negotiate

You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don't have that memory
No i don't have that memory
No i don't have that

Can't survive on milk alone
Or carving mirrors out of stone
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the telephone

When i want to feel misplaced
Think about my mother's face
And the book on how to change
Never taught me anything