As I look through my window
down onto the busy street
I see a number of expressions,
faces that glow in the evening rain
I wonder where they're all going,
if they're gonna fight tonight
who'll eventually hurt them
Or we'll love them until the end
Nothing seems good enough
When you're not there to lift me up
All this novel is rubbish
The sentences are far too long
A 19th century's no excuse
Nothing seems good enough
When you're not there to lift me up
I can't control this crav
Back to the street and two lov
ers exist on another plane
And then the feeling changes,
And runs off into the night
Nothing seems good enough
When you're not there to lift me up
Nothing seems good enough
When you're not there to lift me up
Can't control this craving for otherness
Pieces of memories collide
Like atoms trying to find a mate
I'll make a little bit of sense
It's mostly a waste of time
4.8
