The Crimps

I woke up at nine I woke up to static I sat up in bed As I thought of something Out to ride in pursuit for A kind of conversation Could you let it go It was late There was too much traffic in there Such a place There was too much pain in your head As I shake that aching feeling At a world that’s came in just to see themselves At an empty table So they see themselves I walked in a room I walked through a doorway I sat on a bench And I threw it over and over again It was late There was too much talking in there Such a place There was too much hanging around As we came And we shake out every feeling It was too much hanging around Come in closer Closer there’s a chill That comes in between us Closer there’s a chill That’s coming between us Once again a chill that comes in between us