Krakow lyrics

In the pipes of this city The rodents open up their eyes The hover trains begin their lives Like I do without you I argue with my toaster I wear my jeans a hundred days Most intimate I've been of late Is a pat-down at the airport And I want what I can't have But I don't want what I can And that's the recipe for being alone I wonder through the market square People selling Kraków tours But the minimum's for two people I walk on like before I crawl onto chapel steps Just me and my hundred apps I look around at no one else And no one else looks back And I want what I can't have But I don't want what I can And that's the recipe for being alone Yes, I want what I can't have But I don't want what I can And that's the recipe for being alone