Quarter past two and I'm on my own
Everybody's in their separate homes
I sit in silent isolation
Empty rooms give me space to think
Push my thoughts right to the brink
Sitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Sometimes I feel there's nothing new
Sometimes I feel there's so much to do
Sometimes I feel I've almost got a clue
Most times I'm lonely and I don't know
For who
Crisis rising at the quarter hour
Over walls of darkness the moon glowers
The buzz and blur of far off cars fades out
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