She’s plugged in her headphones Crouched in a corner of the one bedroom flat Her clothes for the next day Hang in the hallway over the welcome mat
She sees her own reflection Looking back from the blank TV screen She stares for a while and then she mimes the words
And on those days when she is looking around her She’s so amazed by the things that she sees But most days she only sees herself
Upstairs behind another locked door He’s watching a movie that he’s seen before The phone’s off the hook, the curtains are drawn The benches are clean and the dishwasher’s on
He sees his own reflection In a frame on the wall that’s catching the light Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com He hadn’t realised that he looked so tired
And on those days when he is looking around him He’s so amazed by the things that he sees But most days he only sees himself
Next morning they pass in the hall Both of them stare straight at the floor And all they can hear is the sound of their shoes As they climb in their cars to the radio news
They’re stuck in traffic now At opposite ends of the very same street And just like everybody else Driving with four spare seats
And if today they were looking around them They’d be amazed by the things that they’d see They don’t even see themselves
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