Scene of the Crime

At night I go back to the scene of the crime  In my head  To trace where the bodies lay  Figure out    But the white chalk on the black asphalt  Gives me no answers  All I have are memories in my mind  All I have are memories And my heart skips a beat   At night I go back to the scene of the crime  In my head  To trace where the bodies lay    Walk away In my head   But the white chalk on the black asphalt  Gives me no answers  All I have are memories in my mind  All I have are memories And my heart skips a beat It says sorry I wasn’t listening to what your eyes saw  The whole time   Walk away