She was young
Posing in soft position
She was catching points of light
Hoping to make him listen

She was bright
Hiding a cold condition
Sliently crying out
Holding a ghosts opinion

You me coming together
And its always the same frame
Rewind
You me breaking apart
And its always the same game

He was blind
Shying away from decision
Jumping around inside
Crying out for position

He had lost
Warning a cold ambition
Shivering endlessly
Fighting his own submission
Rewind

You me coming together
And its always the same frame
Rewind
You me breaking apart
And its always the same game

You me coming together
And its always the same frame
Rewind
You me breaking apart
And its always the same game
Rewind