We're held together by sellotape
And despite the times I've tried, my feet won't walk away
A perforated line waiting to be torn
A long foregone conclusion, just waiting to be drawn
And the truth is we don't know what we're doing
You swallowed it whole whilst I was chewing it over
Talking like a child trying to save face
My head lost to my heart in a hundred metre race
A matter of time, depending on your age
Caught between the morning and the darkest places
And the truth is we don't know what we're doing
You swallowed it whole whilst I was chewing it over
Yeah the truth is we don't know what we're doing
You swallowed it whole whilst I was chewing it over
Then it all takes shape
Every line on your face moves to create that old familiar frown
Then it all falls down without a word or sound
All the love and hate held by sellotape
All the love and hate held by sellotape
All the love and hate held by sellotape
All the love and hate
