The cranberry kiss has told me That neither of us would make it now I think that the wheels are turning Towards the land that made you frown And bricks don't make a sound In the haze that I found You were left behind By the brown-dotted hands Slow motion counting Shaking the doll behind your car I know that it could be thrilling To bury a blackhole and shoot the stars Bricks don't make a sound In the haze that I found You were left behind By the brown-dotted hands You were left behind By the brown-dotted hands I know one day it'll be the same But time doesn't suit you well When your mind is trapped in a cell When your mind is trapped in a cell