@migu music@

11am he's already excited

Pacing the flat, runs out to the park

The city is wheezing, in the sun he's breathless

He hits the ground hard, he laughs out loud.

I thought he had everything

11pm he gets too nervous

Even with his friends and beer for company

He runs out of bars to get fresh air

He must get home before he breaks without reason

I thought he had everything

When he's home he plays tapes of 70s records

He stares at the bookshelf, the off TV

He hasn't any reason, no god to believe in

Everything he sings doesn't help any more

But if he was in love

He'd have someone to shout at

When you're in love

You have someone to hit.