Linoleum. She's Sick. Zeneszám

She says, why don't you let me take you home
He's bored and doesn't want to sleep alone
She'd like another drink
And he's blinded by her clothes

They sit in darkened corners everywhere
She's sick, he seems completely unaware
He's spent too long going nowhere

He waits 'round for things to try
She knows ways of killing time

He flies, he says his feet don't touch the ground
She's tired but she forgets when he's around
It's weird, the way they always dress the same
But he lies always denying it again
They spent too long going nowhere

He waits 'round for things to try
She knows ways of killing time

He waits 'round for things to try
She knows ways of killing time