The Observer

Relaxed with discomfort, he is planning to be miserable again
Aglow in the warm mind, she is tasting smiles as sweet as sin

And I am alive
And I'm the observer
And I am the record that you spin
And I am alone
And I feel half dead
And I don't root for the ones that win

He's sorry she left him, he is moving on again
She's counting her blessings, she is running out luck again

And I am alive
And I'm the observer
And I'm the record that you spin
And I am alone
And I feel half dead
And I don't root for the ones that never win

He's asleep, as day turns to night
She rests her weary head, turns off the light
But I'm awake, the eyes of the moon
The sight of the sun that sets too soon

I deal the hands that you cash in
Before you slip into the dream again