Working from the hole I will cut between, I will pick and choose I edit on the fly, I put it into focus Scene by scene Split in two from the start The Swedish follow our paths I will stop outside a cross From time to time And to each one of us We seem to play small parts And sometimes lives do cross Sometimes Every little thing is bound to have its flaws If it's made of moving parts Wind-up clocks and human hearts Every little thing is bound to have its flaws If it's made of moving parts Wind-up clocks and human hearts And as I turn my head The camera turns to capture another point of view And as the angles change Two versions of each moment A new backdrop every time Split in two from the start The Swedish follow our paths I will stop outside a cross From time to time And to each one of us We seem to play small parts And sometimes lives do cross Sometimes