Death is a bird, it steals ribbons
we only get the heart we're given.
Those were the hands that I felt beneath my clothes
Then you faded into middle distance.
I make a graph of the history of Britain
What has passed will not be different
these lines will never change
You were mine one time but not again.
You say: My Girl, My Girl, You should be sure
These things you dream of are not yours
Wake up and see the planet that you live in.
And I say whats the point in getting on
The earth will turn, we'll both be gone
We're just another moment on the timeline of the History of Britain.
You talk but you still say nothing
I only want to hear my heartbeat stopping
But stay if you don't have anywhere to go I hate to be alone
I'm on fire everytime you light a cigarette
I want love in your eyes I want a rose with ever step
Now you say that you are tired of trying
And I say that I am tired of you.
You say: My girl, my girl you should be sure
these things you want will never be yours
A lady and a lord for every vision
And I say whats the point in getting on
The earth will turn we will soon be gone
We're just another moment on the timeline of the history of Britain.
The mystery you offer me
Will never be solved
I want to jump and take you with me when I fall.
The mystery you give to me
Will never extend
Oh I will jump and take you with me when it ends.
You say: My girl, my girl you should be sure
Your eyes will tell you stories but the world they give is never your decision
And I say Why do you talk to me at all?
We're born and end, we're moved along
We're just another moment
We are the history of Britain.