There’s a pain, it does ripple
Through my frame, makes me lame
There’s a thorn in my side
It’s the shame, it’s the prize
Of you and me, ever changing
Moving on now, moving fast
And this touch must be wanting
Must become through your ask
But I mean dare to tell you
That I love you – it never ends
And I bled everyday now
For a year, for a year
The Irrepressibles – In This Shirt [from Mirror Mirror]