| When I think of it now that it's done | |
| How it might've gone without a place to belong | |
| I can see we played into their hands | |
| And they picked our bones until we proved them wrong | |
| It's only a moment | |
| The minutes and hours, they fly from me now as then | |
| It's all in the detail | |
| I've been here before but still don't remember when | |
| As we stared in the face of the storm | |
| And the change began to gather over the bend | |
| There was always a chance it would come | |
| But if you can't make it happen nobody can | |
| It's all but forgotten | |
| The minutes and hours, they're nothing that can't be bought | |
| It's all in the detail | |
| Hold onto your head, you're living without your thoughts |