(Written by Vince Clark)
She remembered all the shadows in the dark
It's the same film
Vivid pictures like a wall that's standing empty
And the night's so still
Such a small affair, we're like
Someone closing like the nightclub door
Here again and when you speak I watch you move away
And seem so sure
She is hoping to forget and the moment almost slips away
When the colors move apart and I wonder if you want to stay
And I need to change you
Like the words I'm reading
Don't you understand
Is the warning and the message
I remember as you touch my hand
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