sometimes i feel folded
like a piece of paper
dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands
who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me
'cause it's all so plain and simple thatno-one understands
sometimes i feel congested like peak hour in the city
choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust
i sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid
and i want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust
and i wish i had your confidence
i wish i had your smile
i wish i had your joie de vivre
your innate sense of style
and i wish i had your body near me
warming up my nights
saying oooh babe
baby it's alright
sometimes i feel miniscule just like an amoeba
floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes
and i feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence
and i wonder if someone's watching me up above the sky
perhaps there are no solutions
perhaps just other questions
maybe there's a meaning to my solitary life
and i know that there's no guarantees
there's just the pain of living
perhaps there are no solutions
maybe there's just life