Milly passes from the swing Runs home for her tea Wants to twist her wedding ring And sink in her settee In the dark she asks aloud If they can really see But if you hold it carefully it breaks (Eventually) On a fairground ride they met A boy who held her hand For a moment he'd forget And she would understand But the bells inside her head Were all that she could hear But if you hold it carefully it breaks, (Eventually) We don't give up easily Drowning out the tide Drawing black and bleeding sea At least we stopped and tried And the crows flock overhead Moving restlessly And when you hold it over me it breaks (Eventually)