Stop and record
These subtle noises
You never know what you're gonna hear
Perhaps an angel living on the street
With friends
That I don't speak with anymore
I see the craft of cigarettes
Not quite logical
Not quite fair
All you have is wrong
But you're right
Now it's 1 in the morning
Ive been all about the town
The walks on the street don't seem that bad
Its staying here for as long as it can
I don't quite mind
Not quite logical
Not quite fair
All you have is wrong
But you're right