It’s loud out here

this denceful night

we cannot hear a thing

I’m looking to the side;

you think you found inside;

the seconds tick tick, tick;

Faces from the ground

looking out and looking jaded

I wouldn’t last, I wouldn’t know

This crosses my mind

we sit in padded chairs

we’re tourists

I’m looking to the side;

you think you found inside;

the seconds tick tick, tick.