Watch - The Sisters of Mercy

Here’s the story

No time to lose (like the present)

Now I’ve lost my friends

Now I’ve lost friends

It’s not my party

Never will be

Feeling out-of-place

I’m not happy

A touch of the storm cloud…

Roughage in a comradeship and conversations

Conversations, everything’s so run-of-the-mill

We stand still…

And time slips back

And time slips back…

Back to the garden

Time slips back

Back in the dark rooms

Time slips back

Back in the dark room

Back to the dark age

Put me on the rack

We stand still

Time slips back

Recount movements

Recount movements

Watch us grow

Watch us fall from grace

Watch us fall flat on our face

But you always fall on your feet

Tell me how you always

Fall on your feet

Tell me how

Tell me how

Tell me how

Oh tell me how