Suburbia, 1 am, you're walking home again shopping bags and broken glass I hate going through the underpass I wish there was some other way around but
the high tide of the day And for a while I'm swept away - I just forget it. I use my walkman when I walk, And I don't talk, But later on the moment
look at me, say "what you talking about?" well me, I'm going out, with or without. I know I don't get far and we're where we always are. But the light
How much of yourself do you give away After someone's left your life in disarray? It still hurts But it won't show Because I'm too proud So you're never
This temperamental side, The one you say that you can't hide. D' you ever see yourself - The way it looks to someone else? This temperamental trick,
The future of the future will still contain the past Time goes slow and time goes fast I can feel you looking back at me To see how IA¦A A?e done