Testo John On The Ceiling

As we stand by fascinated
All the pieces laid to rest
From the outside looking inwards
All seems perfect once again
From the problems that they share
Have been dampened, soaked in doubt
While they stand there thinking of the
Ways to escape what's said and done
So don't go changing the moments
Hold our pasts in time
The pieces that never last have
Found their place in us

While the faceless bite their tongues we
All need something to hold onto
When they step down drenched in loss they
Will finally realise what they've done

So don't go changing the moments
Hold our pasts in time
The pieces that never last have
Found their place in us