Freeze framed — by the traffic and the queues
Then she says — “tonight we’ll make the news”
And birds fly — in circles like dreams do
Then slow dive — for they know
That we cannot hear, we cannot speak, cannot feel
But I wonder-why it has to be this way
Freeze framed
My back against the wall
Then she waves
From the shadows of St Paul’s
And birds sing, on wires like birds do
They're calling, for they know
That we cannot hear, cannot speak, cannot feel
But I wonder-why it has to be this way, why it has to be this way
We are walking backwards now,
We are walking backwards now,
To where we started from
We are walking backwards now, walking backwards now
Where we started, where oh where, oh where, where we started from

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