I go out in the rain, it's raining, but I don't care. I pick up the newspaper from the ground as if I cared about the world. Shit. I listen to music alone, at home, with headphones, pretending not to think, pretending not to think of you. It's always the same:
Gray like your eyes, you look at me as if you wanted something different from me, as if you wanted me to be different for you. It's raining, I'm getting wet, I don't care, I walk and search for your connection
Baby, where are you? I look for you but I can't find you, but it's not so bad, now I'm free. I know you have a soft spot for mе, but you don't seek me out. You give your best with mе, you're better with me. Half-filled wine glasses, I have that scene in mind, I'm not drunk, but I could be better. Half-filled wine glasses, I can't be better. Bitches call me, ask if they want to have a drink with me, but I'm flying with your name in mind
Gray like your eyes, you look at me as if you wanted something different from me, as if you wanted me to be different for you. It's raining, I'm getting wet, I don't care, I walk and search for your connection