I walked out the door, you walked up the stairs.
I said I’d see you in another time, another place.

Anxiety and elegance, and the coldest hands.

You know I could have breathed you in, but life is so unfair.
Under the trees in the Berlin rain I tried so hard not to care.

Our pain is synchronised in lives we can’t control.
Built so resistant to change, incapable of letting go.

Anxiety and elegance, and the coldest hands.