cyrkle, the
in a dark little room
at the top of the stair
sits a man all alone
he has no love to share
all alone what a shame
on his shoulders place the blame
no-one home who's to blame
what a shame
in a room just like his
on the other side of town
sits a girl reading books
there's no-one else around
on her shoulders place the blame
now they both go to work
on the same bus everyday
but their eyes never meet
life is cruel that way