Something in There

Is anybody home?

I think that we're alone now

Keep blankin' on her name, but I recognize the face

On solitary wheel, it matters how you feel now

We're meant to be alive, and darling is so kind

I tore myself into a black and blue disease, a frightened soul

For every step I walk, I find my life angelic and absolved

There's quiet in the air, our strings are getting rusty

I'm cookin' every meal, the road is lookin' tired

In Europe there's a town where nobody is dyin'

I'm meant to be a man, but paradise is cold

Hah-ah, hah, hah hah hu-mm

I'm runnin' out of line, this ship is finally sunk

I've fallen from the top, bunk, to you, mhm

Mistakenly deserved, unwillingly denied

So beautifully defined as a crime

Why do you try to hide what is mine?

I'm runnin' from you