I'd like to meet you
But you don't seem to be
Where I ever am, no no

What's not to notice
I can hear myself
From a year ago
If I'm in the same room
And I listen close

And I like to be there
To be there is real

What's making you move
Are there millions of people
And are they gonna know you

Who pulls your hair now
And who breaths in your breaths
Through your little deaths
And who's holding your arms back
Who steps up your steps

Because I like to be there
To be there is real
You fuck me to sleep now
And it's not a bad time
But it's not a good time

What's not to wonder
I can see myself in a past life
With beautiful children and a pretty wife
And I like to be there
To be there is real