[00:14.67]23 degrees off kilter
[00:18.84]Spinning with my cup of tea
[00:24.24]Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual
[00:26.88]Morning paper says I'm free
[00:31.86]Late again no time to witness
[00:40.29]Spring flowers dance on this cold wind
[00:45.66]Peeling poster *** reminds me
[00:50.61]Why pierced tongue ticket man, just grinned
[01:06.00]This is killing me
[01:16.74]I feel so alone in this crowd
[01:21.21]Is this really me
[01:39.78]And will this be my child
[02:00.27]Cold cash comfort from my pocket
[02:05.25]Lights Eastern European eyes
[02:10.50]See little grace in god's behaviour
[02:16.14]But for the grace of me go I
[02:21.81]Clocking in while Mr new tie
[02:27.00]Tells me things about his wife
[02:29.28]Morning coffee three new e-mails
[02:37.26]Still waiting for the fax, of life
[02:52.62]This is killing me
[03:03.42]I feel so alone in this crowd
[03:14.46]Is this really me
[03:27.30]And will this be my child
[03:38.91]I want to see you
[03:45.81]I want to feel you
[03:46.17]Not the image of you that this journey's projecting
[03:48.33]I want to see you
[04:06.99]I want to feel you
[04:07.35]Not the Image of you that this journey's projecting
[04:09.81]Not the shadow of you solitude is protecting
[04:46.83]This is killing me
[04:50.07]I feel so alone in this crowd
[05:00.81]Is this really me
[05:13.11]And will this be my child

23 degrees off kilter
Spinning with my cup of tea
Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual
Morning paper says I'm free
Late again no time to witness
Spring flowers dance on this cold wind
Peeling poster *** reminds me
Why pierced tongue ticket man, just grinned
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child
Cold cash comfort from my pocket
Lights Eastern European eyes
See little grace in god's behaviour
But for the grace of me go I
Clocking in while Mr new tie
Tells me things about his wife
Morning coffee three new e-mails
Still waiting for the fax, of life
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child
I want to see you
I want to feel you
Not the image of you that this journey's projecting
I want to see you
I want to feel you
Not the Image of you that this journey's projecting
Not the shadow of you solitude is protecting
This is killing me
I feel so alone in this crowd
Is this really me
And will this be my child