The Crimps - The Walkmen

I woke up at nine

I woke up to static

I sat up in bed

As I thought of something

Out to ride in pursuit for

A kind of conversation

Could you let it go

It was late

There was too much traffic in there

Such a place

There was too much pain in your head

As I shake that aching feeling

At a world that’s came in just to see themselves

At an empty table

So they see themselves

I walked in a room

I walked through a doorway

I sat on a bench

And I threw it over and over again

It was late

There was too much talking in there

Such a place

There was too much hanging around

As we came

And we shake out every feeling

It was too much hanging around

Come in closer

Closer there’s a chill

That comes in between us

Closer there’s a chill

That’s coming between us

Once again a chill that comes in between us