Moves on the Screen

Pieces are moved
but who do you fool?
You know that eventually
he'll corner you
Moves on the screen
you couldn't foresee
kept you up while the clock
dried the hours from its face

Sunlight through curtain gaps
Sheets glued to skin with sweat
You'll always remember
what you are trying to forget
Thoughts spinning round and round
nothing unwind
In the end you fear
there's no answers to find

You picked her slipper up as to atone
it got stuck between the cobblestones
and followed her through their adamant stares
But there was no one there
No nothing there

Your choir still sing
about the colours of spring
and how they'll all be perfected
when he lets you in
Though they're buying a lie
you can't help but admire
how comfortably they
shove all their ghosts aside

You picked her slipper up as to atone
it got stuck between the cobblestones