Recovery
Curve
The Way of Curve 1990/2004 (2004)

The months go by and I don't think of you, the signal is frail, it's an imprint of what you do, so I turn up the sound and you are nowhere, I have learnt this to my cost, but I maintain in the slow lane, I maintain in the slow lane. The scent goes by still I smell of you, you say I cry at the merest thought of you, so you let me down to laugh at nothing, I have learnt this for myself, but I maintain in the slow lane, I maintain in the slow lane. So I turn up the sound and you are nowhere, I have learnt this to my cost, but I maintain in the slow lane, I maintain in the slow lane. Turn down the sound, you are nowhere, you let me down to laugh at nothing. I have learnt this to my cost, I have learnt this for myself.