Count the windows, count the doors
in the buildings floor by floor
it's a hobby, it's a madness
it's a folly, it's a sadness
something to do
so just like you
dream of countries, dream of islands
go all quiet, go all silent
looks like strength but it's a weakness
first a quirk and then a sickness
something to see
so just like me
you acted out your fantasy
just like I did mine
things fell apart quite naturally
happens all the time (2x)
break a glass, then all the plates
call it anger, call it fate
it's frustration, it's appaling
cry for help as we are falling
something to do
so just like you
my mind astray and far away
each and every bloody day
it's too much and it's too little
and our hearts are all too brittle
they're out of touch
so just like us
refr.
1992.
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