Every day I'm waiting
for someone who's got taste in
coffee and food
records and shoes
who tells me how she's feeling
talks about the world we live in
games will be a given
but no alarm bells will be ringing
(Chorus)
And I thought it was you
then bad feeling stewed
how could our fit lose?
I'm so confused
April you did good
getting out whilst you could
but from where I'm stood
you're not out of the woods
In every way I'm breaking
there's no one left to relate with
i'm falling backwards through a heart shaped matrix
how the heart does play tricks
I'm running scared and naked
mistaken sentiment in memories forsaken