I don''t like it here
From cracks in the pavement
Faces appear
I''m sleeping not coming
Fantasy''s far
If you don''t want to get there
Stay where you are

Sometimes I feel, just a little bit older
Sometimes I feel, for you

I could have been, anything for you
I could have been old
I could have been blue
We could have been two
But I''ll make it clear
All of this for you
But I wasn''t here

I''m travelling not running
I don''t like it here
The crime that I touched you
Was paid for in fear
I''m sleeping not coming
How much can you see
How much do you know
Of the places I''ll be