| 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 A blurred girl A blurred girl |
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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 A blurred girl A blurred girl A blurred girl A blurred girl Standing so close Never quite touching Standing so close Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching |
| Words by John Foxx. Published 1980 Island Music Ltd. Copyright 1980 Metal Beat / Virgin Records Ltd. |
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