Bound to a tradition that always was in them
Forged in a lonely flame
All came here from nothing
Looking for the same thing
And others who felt the same
Wrote where to find her
On the back of a flyer
Where all the words would bleed
Now every day after
I've been working backwards
Trying to find where you've been

‘Cos what if our paths had never crossed
And I had let myself go off with them?
Set us up for the last shot
But we wouldn't notice
How could we know?
‘Cos if our paths had never crossеd
And I had let myself go off with them
To bеcome what I am not
I'd still hold onto the message
Though you'd never get it

Bound to a tradition that cut us to ribbons
When I try to speak openly
In an accent that you can
Pretend to understand
Picking up all my dropped T's
The difference between us
Becomes more obvious
In the light when they want us to leave
I couldn't decipher
What colour your eyes were
When they finally fell on me…

What if our paths had never crossed
And I had let myself go off with them?
Set us up for the last shot
But we wouldn't notice
How could we know?
‘Cos if our paths had never crossed
And I had let myself go off with them
To become what I am not
I'd still hold onto the message
Though you'd never get it

The afternoon brought a steady rain
And prismatic colours
Then a setting sun came to look for me
Now we're left to wonder…

Those nights were just a spell to break