You can push me close to the edge, you're hanging off the wall
You can make it hard to pretend, sleepin in the hall
Looking through the base of a glass, and everything's becoming inane, look into the whites of your eyes and it goes on and on and on and on
Who are you? (Ahhh)
A feelin you can never escape, you don't matter at all
You're getting old and at any rate, she won't pick up your call
Looking through the base of a glass, and everything's becoming inane, look into the whites of your eyes and it goes on and on and on and on
Who are you? (Ahhh)