Decode: mixed tape.

This is morning,
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up.
This is a warning,
When you start the day just to close the curtains,
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up.

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo,
I'm writing you a symphony of sound.
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again,
This mix could burn a hole in anyone,
But it was you I was thinking of.

I read your letter,
The one you left when you broke into my house.
Retracing every step you made,
And you said you meant it.
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day,
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way.

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo,
I'm writing you a symphony of sound.
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again,
This mix could burn a hole in anyone,
But it was you I was thinking of.

And I can't get to you,
I can't get to you,
I can't get to you.

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo,
I conduct a symphony of sound.
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track,
I swear to God, this mix could sink the sun,
But it was you I was thinking of.

And where are you now?
And where are you now?

And this is my mixed tape for her.
It's like I wrote every note,
With my own fingers

This is my mix tape for him.

Mixed Tape - by Jack's Mannequin