The Crimps

I woke up at nine
I woke up to static
I sat up in bed
As I thought of something
Out to ride in pursuit for
A kind of conversation
Could you let it go
It was late
There was too much traffic in there
Such a place
There was too much pain in your head
As I shake that aching feeling
At a world that’s came in just to see themselves
At an empty table
So they see themselves
I walked in a room
I walked through a doorway
I sat on a bench
And I threw it over and over again
It was late
There was too much talking in there
Such a place
There was too much hanging around
As we came
And we shake out every feeling
It was too much hanging around
Come in closer
Closer there’s a chill
That comes in between us
Closer there’s a chill
That’s coming between us
Once again a chill that comes in between us