She remembered all the shadows and the doubts
The same film
Vivid pictures like a wall that's standing empty
And the night so still

Such a small affair, a relapse, someone closing
Like the nightclub door
Here again and when you speak I watch you move away
And seem so sure

She is hoping to forget
And the moment almost slips away
When the colours move apart
And I wonder if you want to stay

And I need to change you like the words I'm reading
Don't you understand?
This the warning and the message I remember
As you touch my hand

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Writer(s): Vince Clarke