Original lyrics
ENClusters of
People talking
Secretly to each other
In a bar
You cannot talk openly
To anyone
You don't already know
Four year olds
They have got the right idea: They jump the line
And hit it on the nose
When we sit
And we get quiet
Then we look
And see who's home
Across the way
There are 80 windows we can see
It's christmastime
And they all have the same tree
You tell me
The patterns you already see
I wonder
If they see us in our bed
You said you like the one
With the father who
Always eats with his son
I like the rows of lights
Because they
Keep me calm
I feel far away from you
So what else is new?
The Moon is closer to the Sun
Than I am to anyone
