repented and sad bike

Blades cut this day

into perfet shades and perfect shapes.

There's a buzz

going round and round in my head

Like lights this love will not be owned

like music this joy will not be held

WHO'S ME, WHO'RE YOU

WHO'S WHO I SEE

WHO'S HE, WHO'S SHE

WHO'S WHO IN ME

I tried to hold it

but it slips between my hands
and I try to grab it

but it won't stay in my hands.

And there's nothing simple in a 'yes'

there's nothing simpe in a 'no'

there's nothing simple in what I see.

WHO'S ME, WHO'RE YOU

WHO'S WHO I SEE

WHO'S HE, WHO'S SHE

WHO'S WHO IN ME

There's nothing yours

that I can hold

Your skin ends where my hands begin,

but I have something yours whithin

i've got something yours,

and I have something

that is not me anymore.

Like love this joy will not be owned.

Like music this love will not be held.

WHO'RE YOU

WHO'S SHE

WHO'S WHO I SEE.

'cos this goes 'round without me

this works fine without me

this goes round without me

but not without you

not without you