作词 : Edward Jamie Tullett/Jemima Coulter
 作曲 : Edward Jamie Tullett/Jemima Coulter
 As I walk on the face,
 impressed by the way I didn’t fold,
 I’m messed by the vain idea
 that if time holds no weight
 in the car from the rain,
 I won’t cut the brakes.



 As I talk at the space,
 left by the days
 I’d slowly erased
 (I’d burned down the pain museum),
 oh, you won’t corner me,
 I’ve come for the faint hope
 you’ll concede,
 step on my face now.



 It’s hard to be around her,
 I bet it’s hard to be down lots,
 but it’s hard when our love
 hardly amounts to much.


 (holding me down, lo...)



 As I cross off the dates
 reset by the pace you’d dissolved
 I’m met by the souvenirs
 that I thought I’d misplaced,
 they’re addressed in your name,
 but alone they’re a waste.