Quarter Past Two
The Sound
Quarter past two and I'm on my own
Everybody's in their separate homes
I sit in silent isolation
Empty rooms give me space to think
Push my thoughts right to the brink
Sitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to run
Sometimes I feel there's nothing new
Sometimes I feel there's so much to do
Sometimes I feel i've almost got a clue
Most times I'm lonely and i don't know for who
Crisis rising at the quarter hour
From walls of darkness the moon glowers
The buzz and blur of far off cars fades out
Alone, my self possessions
I'm torn apart by self obsession
I need someone else to think about