Nothing's Changed - Hot Chip

Nothing’s changed in over eighteen years

Troubadour sings through a veil of tears

Waiting for a room to fill with friends

Nothing like the message that never sends

Stops where it starts

Starts where it ends

Falling apart

Falling with friends

Stops where it starts

Starts where it’s falling from, falling apart

Falling with friends

Words never mend

Falling like a bomb on deafened ears

TV screens survey a trail of fears

Waiting for an end to come in sight

Like a Doppler Shift wailing through the night

Stops where it starts

Starts where it ends

Falling apart

Falling with friends

Stops where it starts

Starts where it’s falling from, falling apart

Falling with friends

Words never mend

Nothing’s new in over thirty years

Maybe I can learn to change the gears

Forming like a melody on ice

Waiting for the world to name its vice

Stops where it starts

Starts where it ends

Falling apart

Falling with friends

Stops where it starts

Starts where it’s falling from, falling apart

Falling with friends

Words never mend