Lyrics:

Human patterns, wedding marches.
Bouncing babies, fallen arches
Oh, let them fall, let them fall
Your guard and your clothes
Let them fall

CHORUS
It'll end in tears
I won't cry
I won't cry
I won't

I was looking for a nail
To catch my clothing, and my imagination
Oh let it pull, let it run
To leave me completely undone

CHORUS (x 2)

What time will tell, the tolling bell
Says secrets won't be kept
The bus was late, we celebrate
The bus conductress weeping
At the terminus

CHORUS (x 2)