You walk in the room and everything stops -

The silence carves grooves that ache for the needle to drop

And cover the shame we can't bear to name.
Oh, you are the shoes I can't fill but the same
You pinch my feet inch by inch by inch
By inch by inch by inch by inch

So why do you think it's changed?
Why do you think it's changed?
When those moments of clarity run like mascara in rain
Why do you think it's changed?

You walk in the room and the music goes on.
Is there someone you recognise written into this song, this song, this song, this song?

Because almost as planned you're too drunk to stand.
You know this place like the back of my hand,
But you stumble and fall
Because you know nothing at all.

So why do you think... etc

Oh the window was wide
And the night slipped inside
To lie cold by your side
Like the words you denied,
Like the number you regret
But cannot forget.

There's stains on your arms
And marks on your palms -
To write love on your wrist
How could I resist?
The engine is running, the radio is on
Is there someone you know, written in this song?

Because I'm writing my name on the back of your hand
You look at me but you don't understand.

I'm writing my name on the back of your hand
You look at me - but you don't understand.

I'm writing my name on the back of your hand
You look at me - but you don't understand?

I'M WRITING MY NAME ON THE BACK OF YOUR HAND
YOU LOOK AT ME - BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!

So why do you think it's changed?
Why do you think it's changed?
Why do you think we've changed
When those moments of clairty run like mascara in rain...

You walk in the room and everything stops.