Domino

Who's waiting for me at the ATM? Rocks in their hands, hands in their pockets Who's in the basement of my neighbour's house? Looking outside everybody's bleeding I don't need the domino She waits and she'll always wait for me I live my life in a glass jar Turning to the window is an ashtray I'm learning to accept the way things I'm learning to accept things the hard way I don't need the domino She waits and she'll always wait for me