She's a street light in the evening rain,

An empty seat on the rush hour train.

She's a polaroid lying on the street,

She's the lover I may never meet.



Every night I breathe her in,

Feel her sink into my skin.

Still I feel,

That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,

I am shouted by and criticised,

Still I crave your touch.

And I know the time you're killing is mine,

But I... I don't mind.



She's a phone call in the dead of night,

A stranger's voice I recognize.

She's a radio playing in the dark,

She's the name you'll find written on my heart.



Every night I breathe her in,

Feel her sink into my skin.

Still I feel

That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,

I am shouted by and criticised,

Still I crave your touch.

And I know the time you're killing is mine,

But I... I don't mind.