Blurred Girl

I'm taking nothing

It's not my way

It's almost summer now

This bed's been made

Some time ago a figure strolled

Along the esplanade

Changing in the mist and light

Underneath the green arcades

A blurred girl

A blurred girl

Are we running still?

Or are we standing still?

Are we running still?

Or are we standing still?

Standing so close

Never quite touching

Standing so close

Never quite touching

Wounded in sleep again

The sequences move by me

A million miles across the room

A tearing sound of smiling

We're fixing distances on maps

And echo paths in crowds

The light from other windows

Falls across me now

Standing so close

Never quite touching

Standing so close

Never quite touching