First time spent with me, so useless and free, with a fortune held on loan.
First claim to a find, just pause and rewind,
to a picture with no sound.
And it's always been in me to take you with me.
I'll run around but never be certain,
come to grips but never keep hold.
Cos I'm tired of finding signs of life
and then they're gone again,
running to make you feel good.
Well I'm appalled by this,
don't think you should take to this,
running to make you feel good.
Traits never seen, so helpless and clean,
with a life time to keep score.
Self taught how to mime,
learnt life just in time,
With a wry face on your skin.
