Coming down again
Won't you leave a trampoline...
...at the foot of the stairs?
So I won't break my neck
Falling out of your favour

White powder, speaks louder
Than any words you're saying
My flower turned sour
I found the petals at the end of the bed

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"It's just media-types" - "You know what they're like"
Well yeah, I do, but I never pictured you with them
Coming in from the cold, you're losing your hold
On a part of me you'd stolen

I've stopped calling you when I'm drunk
I've taken the time to hear the one
Voice that's telling me that...
...you don't really care, I'm getting there
I'm almost at the point of no return

But there's a light that burns

White powder, speaks louder
Than any words you're saying
My flower turned sour
I found the petals at the end of the bed
[Chorus]

But there's a light that burns