Tekst :
Recession - a perfect fit,
Makes no difference where he sits,
Not since they cut the ties,
Put some sadness in his eye.
Promises - come and go,
Soak the sun in drifts of snow,
A qualified butt-collector,
Working for the private sector.
He s seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
They took the plans from up my sleeve,
By an architect, on New Years Eve,
There it goes, a new bronze tower,
Washed away with an April shower.
He s seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
But, when you ve gone,
I m still here, the only one,
My eyes and my ears,
Will be here til I m gone;
And it s still the perfect place,
To rest a tired and weary face,
And it s still the perfect place,
To lose your soul with a trace.
A lived-in face, with a root,
of matted hair, a smiling tooth,
A dirty hand, a pixies nose,
Scratches underneath his clothes.
He s seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
He s seen them go,
Without a trace,
This must be it ...
Tekst :
She likes candles and cut flowers, rearranging them for hours
And as she s lost in thought, I see the girl she was
I watch her standing in the kitchen,
Snipping stems off with her scissors
And humming out a love song, like she always does
Then the flowers go in vases that appear in all the places
That gives the world around her, a little woman s touch
And she s the kind of woman, every woman wants to be like
And every man like me can t live without
Next she changes out the candles that have melted on the mantles
From the party that she hosted, just some nights ago
Then the round one on the piano, its unusual for the deep glow
That emanates inside it, when the wick is low
And the tall ones by the window, that she likes because the soft glow
Gives the room a feeling that she s not alone
And when she s not around you, you feel like something s missing
But the candles and the flowers say she s there
She likes dinners with old friends, late-night calls that come from girlfriends
She ll listen and tell them, if they re wrong or right
Later on she ll draw a hot bath, light a candle, play some soft jazz
Melt down in the bubbles, and the candlelight
Before bed she likes some white wine, says it helps her mind to unwind
As she reads a little while and drifts off in the night
And as she lies there sleeping, I can t believe she loves me
But when she says she loves you, you feel loved
She likes candles and cut flowers, rearranging them for hours
And as she s lost in thought, I see the girl she was
Tekst :
Why am I so thoughtless and dumb?
Exclude myself from everyone
Alone inside this empty room,
My existence is left out
Left out by my friends
I m hanging out smoking cigarettes
I m hanging out
Alone with me, myself, and I
I have no problems getting by
All by myself
Without my friends
All of my
friends are pissed at me
They ll decline my apology
If they don t care about me
Then I guess that I m my only friend