They've seen my image
The sightings all have names
A dress that moves in figure
Brushing windowpanes
I'm not aligned
And I can't be measured
From the street to my mind
It's a howling desert
Is it safe, is it fine
Have I been detected
In the sun I'm a line
That is undirected
They're alone, they're alone
They're alone when I'm here
They're alone, they're alone
They're alone when I'm here
I'm not aligned
And I can't be measured
From the street to my mind
It's a howling desert
Let it rain, let me dry
Let me drink this weather
From the street to my mind
It's a howling desert