She moved the way thought moves, with a quiet fluidity.

The Kooks—In Love
If she’s a blond or brunett
Or if she’s slim or she’s fat
It doesn’t matter at all
When I fall, I fall

It’s in the way that she walks
And then a smile when she talks
I’m simply losing my head
And I fall

You may see me as a thinker
Always hiding from his own insanity
Like a bucket or a tin can
So confide within my personality

I met Sally at a bus stop
We fell in love
And we got married inside my head