Lyric added by: TomagotchiYou’re at the window, scowling, talking of everything under the sun
This pulsing wound of mine is all so hard to bear
Thinking of what it is you’ve talked of, laughed at
At the library, can’t find the right choice of words
A piece of news is your exclusive tableau
I repeatedly broadcast and imitate those particulars
Thinking of what it is you’ve walked by, stopped for
On the map, a street whose name is concealed
This world’s rules give regular performances
But when I see you! Oh oh oh oh
Some things revolve with the sun
You’re always in my focused line of vision
Like a circus clown’s crazy bumping
No one noticed I stopped on the rope
Perhaps I shouldn’t be so dumbfounded
No matter you are Mary, Helen or Ginger something
You know, I cannot tell what I'm waiting for.
Alright, you'll better hurry up tonight!
Are you god, my family or the devil
I depend on hints to live, so much that I’m coughing
If the newspapers have no information for me to seize
In just a moment a beautiful dream turned to emptiness
A piece of news is your exclusive tableau
I repeatedly broadcast, imitate those particulars
Am I a loser, or a winner within this game?
How can I be free having my cup of tea ?
I should be ok, but I'm not ok