An open window shows the starshine-well up there
I clear my throat to hear some sound
Think of falling out into the open air
Blue-black sky and cold familiar ground
Something always pulls me back
Something always pulls me back
Something always seems to come along
Despite the, despite the
Blow up dolls of superheroes
Sad sound bits in lives
These crowded streets of empty faces
Loneliness and lies
I'm waiting for some sympathetic smile
I'm confident it's just another mile
....
Stay up thirty hours waiting for a sign
Stilted sunlight pulled through old venetian blind
Lost cause, a pregnant pause, a shiver when I wake
To persevere, it's wearing thin through all the noise I make