

(ooh-ooh-ooh) It's late enough to let it lie But we keep tracing circles
on the floor
You tell me that we're getting by But we are looking for
an open door
Do you feel the shift tonight?
(holding on)
Is it worth the quiet fight?
(all night long)
Call it off or call it mine
(call it mine)
Leave the heavy thoughts behind
(far behind)
We speak in tones of silver grey We carve the silence into
shapes we know
You say there's nothing left to say But your hand's lingering before
you go
Let it lie
(call it off, call it mine) (ooh-ooh-ooh)