Human patterns, wedding marches. Bouncing babies, fallen arches Oh, let them fall, let them fall Your guard and your clothes Let them fall CHORUS It'll end in tears I won't cry I won't cry I won't I was looking for a nail To catch my clothing, and my imagination Oh let it pull, let it run To leave me completely undone CHORUS (x 2) What time will tell, the tolling bell Says secrets won't be kept The bus was late, we celebrate The bus conductress weeping At the terminus CHORUS (x 2)