23 degrees off kilter<br />
Spinning with my cup of tea<br />
Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual<br />
Morning paper says I’m free<br />
<br />
Late again no time to witness<br />
Spring flowers dance on this cold wind<br />
Peeling poster sex reminds me<br />
Why pierced tongue ticket man, just grinned<br />
<br />
This is killing me<br />
I feel so alone in this crowd<br />
Is this really me<br />
And will this be my child<br />
<br />
Cold cash comfort from my pocket<br />
Lights Eastern European eyes<br />
See little grace in god’s behaviour<br />
But for the grace of me go I<br />
<br />
Clocking in while Mr new tie<br />
Tells me things about his wife<br />
Morning coffee three new e-mails<br />
Still waiting for the fax, of life<br />
<br />
This is killing me<br />
I feel so alone in this crowd<br />
Is this really me<br />
And will this be my child<br />
<br />
I want to see you<br />
I want to feel you<br />
<br />
Not the image of you that this journey’s projecting<br />
<br />
I want to see you<br />
I want to feel you<br />
<br />
Not the Image of you that this journey’s projecting<br />
Not the shadow of you solitude is protecting<br />
<br />
This is killing me<br />
I feel so alone in this crowd<br />
Is this really me<br />
And will this be my child