[Verse]
One thing to be
Would be the dust on TV
One thing to be
Stones wet with sympathy

One thing to be
A taste, a smell, a feeling for free
A cry sometimes
Cuts a line across the sky

And sleeps in close
Sticking to my ears at night

[Verse]
One thing to be
Would be the dust on TV
One thing to be
Stones wet with sympathy

One thing to be
A taste, a smell, a feeling for free
A cry sometimes
Cuts a line across the sky

And sleeps in close
Sticking to my ears at night