Changeling - Alison Moyet

Radio through my car window

Mouths make shapes

Hullos that look like violence

We pull out

And here the traffic waltzes

Slow, quick, go

Move over you say

How does anybody get to work like this

Can anybody tell me does it work like this?

I remember when the world was a little girl

Every corner turned leading back to her

Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone

Certain there was nothing changing

Heel to toe

We throw our forward roll and hope

Something somewhere is catching

Spill onto a boulevard

I lose my grip of you

Move with me I say

How does anybody get to work like this

Can anybody tell me does it work like this?

I remember when the world was a little girl

Every corner turned leading back to her

Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone

Dream that I was never changing

Changing

And in every face I should chance to meet

I’m looking for the one that could still place me

Any corner turned back for her

Dream that we were never changing