Empty bottle Crowded goth show What is it that you want to do? Whatever it is, I do too I’ll let you decide if this is hello or goodbye Or if this isn’t anything If I’m not really anyone
I’m not coming down if you’re not coming down In my dreams, I’m asleep You’re in the bed We speak French and the floor is made of glass
Empty bottle Reflective window What is it that you hope to see? Look beyond yourself, you will find me
I’m not coming down, you’re not coming down In my dreams, I’m asleep You’re the bed, and "Isn’t Anything" never ends
You’ve got a lot of nerves Will you please touch mine with yours? Every stolen bike longed for in the city tonight Is the story of our life
