....

There is nothing to see here people keep moving on


Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone


No one cares when the show is done



Standing in line and its cold and you want to go


Remember a joke so you turn around


There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself



[...]

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain


Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,


Gripping tightly to something that they will never own



And those by themselves by choice or by some reward


No mistakes only now you're bored


This is the time of your life but you just can't tell