You see anything you could be
But you don't feel anything
You hold on us sometimes
Can't help it at all
In a city that dies
You sweep from my mind
I'm tired of swirling and drying
I will step from your mind
Give it back tomorrow which is not
But you doesn't need a thing
You smile and then they'll see a new thing
Telling goodbye
Doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything
It doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything
It doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything
