With or without your love we sit plan and ponder, with or without a chord we've found a way to wander, watching, waiting we sit and bide our time we'll take them for your sins your children wake mine all mine And on and on I ran like a thief from the market and a heart in my hand sounds like a million chimes when I talk about breaking glass so on... on beat without a skip you are the tape that's being played the silence breaking the movement in the dark I know the phase of the moon not the day of the week