Quiet morning nothing moves and

We can hear you breathe

Early morning the roads are clear and

All you hear, and all you hear is me



They don't ever go to sleep

They don't have the time to keep

Time to keep



The world's still open while we're all asleep

And they don't really care

And maybe all the shops have closed their doors

And gone into their little homes



Kicking bottles and moving things

To make us feel confused

Leaving clues for us to find

The things that they, the things that they have used



I'm sure I heard you talking

I'm sure you sent them to bug me

They will never be sent home