[Nada Surf – 80 Windows]
Clusters of people talking secretly to each other
In a bar you cannot talk openly
to anyone you don’t already know
4-year olds
They have got the right idea
They jump the line and hit it on the nose
When we sit and we get quiet
Then we look and see who’s home across the way
There are 80 windows we can see
It’s Christmas-time and they all have the same tree
You tell me the patterns you already see
I wonder if they see us in our bed
You said you like the one with the father
who always eats with his son
I like the rows of lights
because they keep me calm
I feel far away from you
So what else is new?
The moon is closer to the sun
than I am to anyone
Ohrenschmaus 