Consternation out of the box as the conversation runs onto the rocks; in full expectation nothing comes as a shock. It's all plain sailing in the dry dock; it's all downhill from here, in the rubble, taking stock... with no sense of feeling nothing comes as a shock. You remind me of the girlfriend I never had: never fitted the equation, I was never quite one of the lads. Still I remember that my feelings were always touch and go once I thought I knew all that, now I just don't know. The wrap's about to happen, the scene is already blocked, black-out's already plotted and the cameras are locked: when everything's over nothing comes as a shock. I remember that my feelings were always touch and go once I thought I knew it all, now I just don't know.