Your Move

Your Move
I haven’t much to talk about, I haven’t got a problem
There’s nobody I want to see and I’m not thinking of them
Time on my hands to wonder what we’re doing this for
So me and you divide in two or something, well, whatever, I don’t know

I’ve come across some things that I’m no better off for knowing
Some parts of me are thinning out and some are growing bigger
Not liking this has never put me off it before
Just as it hits it starts to slip and fades away to leave me wanting more