The bugs are crawling

all across the kitchen floor where you once swore

that i was not one of them always looking for perfecting always searching for direction

I saw sadness

in the most peculiar places and worn out faces

cut right through me

cause you donʼt know me anymore

you donʼt know me anymore

New York Cityʼs cold

but i donʼt feel a thing anymore

when youʼre staring at the clock and iʼm staring at the clock

itʼs time.

cause you are not the chosen one and i am not the chosen one

we are just another bug

I saw sadness

in the most peculiar places and worn out faces

cut right through me

cause you donʼt know me anymore

you donʼt know me anymore

cause you are not the chosen one and i am not the chosen one

we are just another bug

But New York Cityʼs cold and pretty

where have all the people gone?

when youʼre staring at the clock and iʼm staring at the clock

itʼs time