Same old buildings, through filthy windows,
Finger drawings of sadness,
It seems so much more, madness?
Pills left out each morning,
I know she cares,
Tossed into the flower bed, do I dare?
No, open the door,
See her plant? Its flowering, you cant,
Im awake, is it to begin?
Maybe I\'ll change seats today,
I need to get home to her again,
Then she\'ll hold me, her scent,
Baby tell me i can...