June 2, 2016

Lyrics

Sitting on the door stoop
Watching multiples of people pass me by
Look through the windows, through the houses
Oh, they're made of sky.

Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball
Strangers mystified by all
All the goings on
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless.

Hey, Mr. Policeman, can you point the way
Oh, with your handgun?
Heed and the puppy and the space below
Don't you understand 'em?

Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball
Strangers mystified by all
All the goings on
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless.

Hearing and watching all the city sounds
On the street where we live
No one to care about us
Seems it's falling down around us
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)

Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)

Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)

Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)

Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)

Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless)
Nothing left to live for
(Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live)...

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