From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing The way you are you're mending fences Your lips are torn from barbed wire kisses 'Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world With only twenty five summers to date You've left the purse latch open It keeps him roaming for change You crave the thought of one who chooses Enslaved to love you've worn it's bruises His tournaquet will grip you tighter 'Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world With only twenty five summers to date You've seen the brushback comb and The sleek cell phone in his case Underneath leaden loads When you wane, grip my rope Then climb out