The Rapture - Echoes

I called you on the telephone 'cause I was lonely I called you up just to hear your Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin Seem to fade Looking and not wanting to come up to date Like a broken clock The hand is still Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears We don't fit anymore We don't fit anymore Not the same Not the same Not the same, same, same Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again I remember before as your mouth It touched my face Small hands grabbing me Trapped in my thoughts You repeating like a machine gun Phantasmagoria The times pelting me Pelting me Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again Over and over again Over and over again