At The Sound Of Differences

I hand you my coat 'cause it's cold, can your shoulders take the weight, being so delicate, you're starting to shake. You lie that you're doing okay but your armband is hiding the truth, what did he say to upset you?
I hand you my sleeve with a heart on it, so you can bleed all over this, change the pattern, tie the threads to kill.
Let me walk you to your house because it's dark and scary out, this would be my pleasure if I may? I'll be a shelter, your musketeer, never be lonesome or cry a tear, let this pass, say you'll let this pass.
The buildings are frowning and people are turning their heads and their waving their fists at the sound of differences, it is not your fault.
Turn of the century, everyone's meant to be cheering and clapping out loud at the sound of differences, it is not your fault.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Yeoman