Privacy – Passing

Baby where’s your past?
For me to look at
I put mine by the door
For me to tour
But baby where’s yours?
There are notes in my home
But we’re never in the same room
Babe is it written on the back?
Oh its so unearthly to be keeping those pictures empty
Babe where’s your past?
I don’t need it to make my own way back
I just wonder where you’ll put ours when we get there

… ( hidden track )
I do love you
Baby(?)
I do love you