I see you looking through your windows but you don't see me

Check the phone and you will hear that there is no dial tone

You hear the windows they're a-shaking, that's me coming back for more

They seem to run around in circles just to try and make you see

I think it's time for a new type of therapy

I don't like it

Too many people judge me now, they seem to think I'm a fool

I put it down to statements made that you choose to say I'm cruel

You know I'm coming and soon you'll hear me knocking on your door

I guess you knew I'd never take it I'm just not that kind of guy

I don't like it

I don't like it

I think you have something to say, why don't you tell it to me now

Instead of leaving me to hear it from the gossips in our town

We could be united and make ourselves as one

Just like the birth of a star - a brand new sun

Some seem to think all their dreams should always come first

Your kind of person could not survive in my universe

You hear me knocking on your door bringing on my best manners

Flowers in one hand while the other hides the hammer

I guess for you that it never really ever meant a thing

And when you get right to the bottom I was really nothing

It meant something to me

It meant something to me