Does it feel like you've been here before?
It just feels like a suburban street
Why bring me here?
Distance view of poplar trees
And pampas grass in the fore
Day after day
Measure and complicate
Lie to behave
The thought underneath
That you can't see
All the love you see disappears
When it never was a colour or hue
I certainly can't wait for you
Unless you make me think it's me