Yeah I´m afraid it´s been her and not you

You´re coming down fast, well I´ve got news for you, 

Cos you look just like the people who

Drink the same drink the same bar every night

Go out, shut your mouth, shut your face, pick a fight

You even dress the same way

Only your accent change



And you can waste your life with your TV shows

They will give you comfort when nothing else goes 

It´s a perfect night for a midnight walk 

But she stayed at home and she dreamt of New York



And now all you are is a beautiful voice

But if you don´t use it to say what you feel you ain´t got nothing to be

Except a person who thinks what the weatherman tells you to think

The things that you own will end up owning you and you know that it´s true

But you don´t care do you?



And you can waste...