black, black, window
oh were you leaning
for this way
into the evening
there's at least one
open eye in
every head here
and still nothing to see
i mean
(i might just get off here)
run through these doors

in houses that move round us again
we're out of place here and hardly lived in
next time you call around
try not to knock too loud
just come right in

love
if there's nothing to see
then there's nothing wrong
it's not where you belong
it's how you deceive
yourself to think this way
pretend it's a holiday
it's over someday

with my mouth on her shoulder
and my teeth in my lip
i want more than it
fortune puts my way