This song leaks out onto the pavement
It could be a joke, it could be a statement
The more that I fake it and pretend I don´t care
The more you can read in to what isn´t there

Maybe it´s time to stop swimming
Maybe it´s time to find out where I´m at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map

I´ll leave now this can´t continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know that the lift can be painfully slow
So I think I´ll leave by the window