The Observer

Relaxed with discomfort, he is planning to be miserable again

Aglow in the warm mind, she is tasting smiles as sweet as sin

And I am alive

And I'm the observer

And I am the record that you spin

And I am alone

And I feel half dead

And I don't root for the ones that win

He's sorry she left him, he is moving on again

She's counting her blessings, she is running out luck again

And I am alive

And I'm the observer

And I'm the record that you spin

And I am alone

And I feel half dead

And I don't root for the ones that never win

He's asleep, as day turns to night

She rests her weary head, turns off the light

But I'm awake, the eyes of the moon

The sight of the sun that sets too soon

I deal the hands that you cash in

Before you slip into the dream again