Some people rush their whole lives
Their graves get closer each time
So I'll observe when I like
Take in the mundane kind
In the afternoon
She knocks three times at two
Some act like everything fine
Hear loneliness in their byes
And while the rich try to die
The rest try to survive
In the afternoon
She knocks three times at two
And he parks his car on cue
He'll never wave back to you
You can't escape what you tore apart
Its on display what you tore apart
Some people rush their whole lives
Their graves get closer each time
In the afternoon
She knocks three times at two
And he parks his car on cue
He'll never wave back to you
Back to you
Back to you
