Dear solitude, it's just you and me tonight, sitting here watching street scenes unfold underneath the neon lights.
A sad parade of lost souls scraping through their tragic lives and I'm feeling like a spectator watching it go by.
I'm looking on from miles back inside of my head. Life here is ugly, but I can't bring myself to look away. Searcing for some kind of meaning in the madness of urban decay.
I'm listening for the answers tonight. But the voice of this city is all that I can hear.
Rain on pavement, and passing ears, and sirens drawing near. I'm looking on from miles back inside my head.
I'm just a witness to reality, trying to come to terms with all the things I've seen. Is there a meaning to any of this? If there is, it's lost on me.
Go It Alone - Ovaltine Lyrics
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Dear solitude, it's just you and me tonight, sitting here watching street scenes unfold underneath the neon lights.
A sad parade of lost souls scraping through their tragic lives and I'm feeling like a spectator watching it go by.
I'm looking on from miles back inside of my head. Life here is ugly, but I can't bring myself to look away. Searcing for some kind of meaning in the madness of urban decay.
I'm listening for the answers tonight. But the voice of this city is all that I can hear.
Rain on pavement, and passing ears, and sirens drawing near. I'm looking on from miles back inside my head.
I'm just a witness to reality, trying to come to terms with all the things I've seen. Is there a meaning to any of this? If there is, it's lost on me.
A sad parade of lost souls scraping through their tragic lives and I'm feeling like a spectator watching it go by.
I'm looking on from miles back inside of my head. Life here is ugly, but I can't bring myself to look away. Searcing for some kind of meaning in the madness of urban decay.
I'm listening for the answers tonight. But the voice of this city is all that I can hear.
Rain on pavement, and passing ears, and sirens drawing near. I'm looking on from miles back inside my head.
I'm just a witness to reality, trying to come to terms with all the things I've seen. Is there a meaning to any of this? If there is, it's lost on me.