Market Street (Everything Is Changing)

I could twist into your fate,
We could go spinning through bars,
Arm in arm and alarmed.
Taste the lips of the wasted,
While we lose it to the music,
And many emotions later,
I will pull out my calculator and count the cost.
Count the cost of you near me again,
Speaking sincerely again.
Things move past me. Things move past.

I get up. I go out. And eveything is changing.
They say more or less the same as the world,
And she is more or less the same as the girl,
And it's more or less the same as the place you left
Behind.

I could fall into your sleep,
And we could go runnin through town,
Round and round and then down,
Round and round and then down to that square,
That's now known as 'our square',
Where we stared at the careless,
And where i stared at you saying,
Saying, saying,
Would you call me on the telephone?
Cos i'm lost if you leave me alone.

You're near me again.
Speaking sincerely again.
Things move past me.
Things move past.

I see we've fallen out with everything,
We're stranger than we've ever been,
You're ten feet tall and getting higher.
Getting higher.

We won't be found on dancefloors we can't dance on.
We won't be found on pavements we can't sand on.