I see a pretty face outside my window
It's the girl who lives next door who thinks she's adored
Now she throws up on the street
And a man approaches, tries to help her
It's the guy who lives across the street and I know that he could be really fierce
He usually beats his wife up
I really don't care cause it's me in this air, and I'm watching the clouds disappear
It's either this or it's that, in a way I am glad , so I'm watching those people with tears
Here's a man who's playing with my door bell
He's a heavy drinker, that is why he screams
When I open up he tells me, he tells me I'm a sinner, that I'm the devil
That I should turn my music down to his level. But whatever I decide, he usually gives up later
I really don't care cause it's me in this air, and I'm watching the clouds disappear
It's either this or it's that, in a way I am glad , so I'm watching those people with tears
I really don't care cause it's me in this air, and I'm watching the clouds disappear
It's either this or it's that, in a way I am glad , so I'm watching those people with tears