I fell off track again,
Slipped through your hands again
My hearts already black
You made damn sure of that.
Once, twice then I’m the fool
but you always manage to keep your cool.
My heads been spun with lies,
but when it’s fun, oh how time flies.
Bound with dust and colours pulled so tight, they shatter.
What would you care to remember?
When it was ripped right through the centre

– She Moves