Lyrics Don't Understand - The Weather Station

I slept on the couches of other people's houses
Overwhelmed, in borrowed sheets
I went through their records, they had piles of bills and letters
All these photographs of people I'd never meet
Layed out in the light, shirt on my eyes, and I try, but I know I won't sleep
And I don't understand anything that is happening to me
Like I'm telling a friend, and I don't even believe me

Where did I bring them?
Where had I hidden the proof?
Held down in my hands, lying with nothing but the ways I had moved
And in waking and in sleeping, everything irretrievably new
And I go out for my meals, and I meet up for coffee
Could be how it feels irreversably free