Из альбома: Sticks and Stones
Here we are
A floor and a ceiling
One two three four walls
And an empty feeling
Even when the bodies are everywhere
Even when the talk's so loud you have to shout
Loneliness is staring me in the face
Tryin' to get out of bein' in has left me inside out
(And if it weren't for you
I'm sure that I'd be
A pessimistic man
In search and lonely
Wondering what to do
And why to do it)
Lousy jokes
And out & out lying
'Bout somebody else's bad luck
Bad taste
Bad timing
Somebody always tries to get a laugh
From losers in this system of give and take
Can't decide what this party's all about
Is it a celebration
Or just some kind of personal wake?
(And if it weren't for you
I'm sure that I'd be
A pessimistic man
In search and lonely
Wondering what to do
And why to do it)
You walked in the room
(And people seem to get a retrospective look in their eye)
You walked in the room
(Like if only they had known, they would've prepared a disguise)
You walked in the room
(Ain't it funny how your presence always comments on our secret lives)
You walked in the room
You walked in the room