The Brahms - She Moves

A sign, a lie of mine and no why
It has nothing to do with you and your eyes
It's nothing
She moves like the next in line, tries to abide by their laws
It's quite something to idolise a lost cause
It's nothing
She moves like the next one
She moves like the next one

Your make-up and made-up stare do convince me I need another
But a sudden flick of your hair makes me wonder why I'd even Have you tried this tearing at the seams?
Because it will rearrange what you believe in
It's nothing.
She moves like the next one
She moves like the next one

Your make-up and made-up stare do convince me I need another
But a sudden flick of your hair makes me wonder why I'd even bother
I want to know you so
It's nothing
It's not fair
She moves like the next one