I wanted more of something else
The radio's on like all of the others
How would it feel to be a resident in somebody else's home
And how would it be to be a resident in somebodies home alone
Shadow of red say something to me
If that isn't love then what would I be
And how does it feel to be so imminent for somebody on their own
And how does it feel to feel unstoppable in somebody else's home
And it's so unlike me to get carried away
And it's so unlike me to say what I have to say, oh
Here in the afternoon nobodies watching
I'll move through another room still looking for nothing
But I need more of everything else
The radio's on in somebody else's home