I have written enough
I've enough to sing
For a song of remembering

Everything moves
Everyone's laughing
Moving through the city of passing

I've written enough
Enough for a while

I've written enough
Enough for a while

And everyone moves
Beyond the past
Everything moves
But outside these photographs
Everything die
The cycles of time
Everyone is
Passing, passing, passing, passing through

I remember these streets
I remember these faces
No-one here ever ages

Angels fronting machines
Crowding the streets
There must be some kind of factory where

The angels are made
To just be replaced

I've written enough
Enough for today

And everyone moves
Beyond the past
Everything moves
But outside these photographs
Everything dies
The cycles of time
Everyone is
Passing, passing, passing, passing through

And everyone moves
Beyond the past
Everything moves
But outside these photographs
Everything dies
The cycles of time
Everyone is
Passing, passing, passing, passing
Passing, passing, passing, passing through

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): MATTHEW SHARP