Testo
Hang around to the sound of alarms
and walking, endless walking
Dressing up for an evening
an evening full of nothing
Shop window as a mirror
Check your face in the dark
With words and eyes so heavy
The waiting bursts your heart
Kissing twice your age
In two sizes too large
All these things seem pretty
Pretty close to home
Dreams and Lines in the Sky
Will nothing ever Faze them
Are all these things so far away
