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Lyrics by Barry Adamson
www.barryadamson.com

Barry Adamson (vocals/lyrics) + Hervé Vincenti (guitars / samplers / keys) + Pierre Fenichel (double bass) + Andy Diagram (trumpet / electronics) + Perceval Bellone (saxophone) + Raphaelle Rinaudo (electric harp) + Stefano Tedesco (vibraphone) + Hugh Hopper (electric bass) + Philippe Petit (laptop)

You see the thing is...
I'm damned if I can remember.
There was a dress she wore
But her face ?
Defies anything I could talk about now.
I peeked through the doorway
Watched her in the light
Moving in slow motion
Delicate and bright.
The note in my pocket said, 'I'm sorry but your time is up.'
And all I knew was all I knew.

It no longer matters
Cos my world went 'splatter'
And only the shards can blind you now
Into thinking that you died without knowing no other song
And these sonic glimpses
Shall always bear witness to what I have found in you

I'll guess you'll make of it what you make of it
And I'll leave nothing, no stones, nothing unturned
While you make of it what you make of it

Take another look down
Where you always look down

Now she's saying what she saw
Where's the ceiling
Where's the floor

Her kindness contradicts me
As the knife sticks in me
And even if I go
She'll find another load to carry down that road.

Carry down that road