Paroles: Rapture (The). Echoes. Olio.

I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonley
I called you up just to hear your
Your eyes I know are a cold cold blue
Pale white skin dead like a mannequin
Seem to fade

Looking and not wanting to come up to date
Like a broken clock
The hand is still
Though the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears
We don't fit any more
We don't fit any more
Not the same
Not the same
Not the same, same, same

Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again

I remember before as your mouth
It touched my face
Small hands grabbing me

Trapped in my thoughts
You repeating like a machine gun
Phantasmagoria
The time pelting me
pelting me

Hipped up in the shawdows
Over and over again

Ripped up in the shadows
Over and over again

Over and over again
Over and over again