Lyrics

The scenes play round and round
In sweet slow-motion
The words fade in and out
But where are you now?

A hundred-thousand days have carried you away.
An old familiar face.
A ripple on a lake becomes a crashing wave.
A look is all it takes.

Your town, your road, your house
I barely worked you out
The words stick in my mouth
Where are you now?

A hundred-thousand days have carried you away.
An old familiar face.
A ripple on a lake becomes a crashing wave.
A look is all it takes.
An insect in my brain, a slow burning ache that just won't go away.
The memory persists and I must suffer this.

Just look at what you did.

An insect in my brain, a slow burning ache that just won't go away.
The memory persists and I must suffer this.