And my hands are flickering
And the water turns to tracing paper
And I watch you dry

I'm an army of stills
Like you flick between your fingers
You will always make me be
Faster than I am
Faster than I am

There's a banner rising
I know sorry when I see its bones
We will always end up washed up on the shore

And my hands are flickering
Some one's reading the book over us
White letters cross your trousers
We were always being dubbed...