Paroles: Mew. And the Glass Handed Kites. Apocalypso.

In Nolan time sign
What does the mind cover?
Are we talking?
White is the winter

Care-line, Care-line's thumbed it up
What are your stories all about?
Carries a weight on her swing, on her swing

Black waves come
And so fear me, December
Sinking in Nolan time
I've lost all my pure feelings

The psychiatrist posing as psychologist
When fear predicts
Then doubtly the mind suffers
Are we talking?
White is the winter

Care-line, Care-line's thumbed it up
What are your stories all about?
Carries a weight on her swing, on her swing

Black waves come
And so fear me, December sinking
Waltz with me, courageously
We're dancing, dancing

We will not die
Our days are multiplied
And I'm happy again

Care-line, Care-line's thumbed it up
What are your stories all about?
Carries a weight on her swing, on her swing