And my hands are flickering and the water turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry
I`m an army of stills like you flick between your fingers
You will always make me be faster than I am
There`s a banner rising
I know sorry when I see its bones
We will always end up washed up on the shore and my hands are flickering,
Some one`s reading the book over us,
White letters cross your trousers, we were always being dubbed
