a book left open in a wild field of flowers

i'm a pocket of clouds

following everyone round

weighing everyone down

and did you not see me?

i was just passing through

did you not turn to look away

or pretend to read the news?

oh oh oh oh

and what's the use of everything

if i can't feel it?

i am a needle that's used to

deflate everything around me

left with only rubber and string

and sorry to intrude

oh but can i sit down?

i just need someone to talk through

and then leave when i want to

oh oh oh oh

and what's the use of everything

if i can't feel it?

oh oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh

oh oh oh oh

and i'm a book left open and full

in a wild field of flowers

but there's nobody around