Syncretism

I walked out the door, you walked up the stairs
I said I'd see you in another time, another place

Anxiety and elegance, and the coldest hands

You know I could have breathed you in, but life is so unfair
Under the trees in the Berlin rain I tried so hard not to care

Our pain is synchronised in lives we can't control
Built so resistant to change, incapable of letting go

Anxiety and elegance, and the coldest hands