Slowly I move across the room. Where are you?
Silently I cry trying to decide. Who are you?
All these things I’ve shown you more or less
Are all the things I know to be the best
It’s what I do Here, closely we lay, mostly to wait for some room
Then vacantly we speak, empty and weak
How are you?
All these things you’ve shown me go against
All the things we know to be the best
So what’d I do? Tell me. If it’s not me…
It’s you
How do you want me to be?
What can I do to make you happy?
What do you want me to say?
When I speak the truth you take it your own way
All these things I’ve shown you more or less
Are all the things I’ve known to be the best
It’s what I do