Pieces are moved but who do you fool? You know that eventually he'll corner you Moves on the screen you couldn't foresee kept you up while the clock dried the hours from its face
Sunlight through curtain gaps Sheets glued to skin with sweat You'll always remember what you are trying to forget Thoughts spinning round and round nothing unwind In the end you fear there's no answers to find
You picked her slipper up as to atone it got stuck between the cobblestones and followed her through their adamant stares But there was no one there No nothing there
Your choir still sing about the colours of spring and how they'll all be perfected when he lets you in Though they're buying a lie you can't help but admire how comfortably they shove all their ghosts aside
You picked her slipper up as to atone it got stuck between the cobblestones