Lyrics

Don't you ever wonder, don't you ever care That you're living for other people? Maybe it's time that we ask the question here? Are you living for other people? When the 'I' gets lost in the 'us' When the 'me' gets swept out to sea Are you doing this for yourself? Or are you doing it for somebody else? Don't you ever wonder, don't you ever care That you're living for other people? Maybe it's time that we ask the question here? Are you living for other people? I'm not attached to my attachments I'm not obliged to tow the line And all those bachelors, unfettered They look to me, they're doing fine When the 'I' gets lost in the 'us' When the 'me' gets swept out to sea Are you doing this for yourself? Or are you doing it for somebody else? North East, t'ward Rotherhithe, nimbus, expectant Grey as a bad tooth, rolls over the Thames The dregs of the morning, sacked and bound Here and there, a glint of sun Like scissors through canvas I am pacing these streets, ashen of beard Blown around like a leaf Void and devoid, unpossessing I need no map, no companion Just the soft, gentle light, the stir of the breeze I am most happy alone beneath these Victorian railway arches With a smoke from a tin And a tea in a styrofoam cup Phone in airplane mode In the bliss of the monotony of days Passive, watching These women, never ever having suffered charm These knotted men with upturned hearts Brooding over losses Tangled like tape from a broken cassette These days, fading, weathered Polaroids These days, fading, weathered Polaroids