Parked outside of the agency Wondering if you can sneak away with me I´ll admit, I´ve been losing sleep Rifling through your toxicology
When you whisper you don´t think of me that way When I mention you don´t mean that much to me To me
An outcast of modern society Suffering from a case of sobriety Shortcomings, well, you can take your pick When you are catering to one of your nervous tics
When you whisper you don´t think of me that way When I mention you don´t mean that much to me To me, to me
You know that it won´t take much longer before it´s wrong You know that it won´t take much longer now that I´ll be gone It´s gone, the sun is gone
When you whisper you don´t think of me that way When I mention you don´t mean that much to me When you whisper you don´t think of me that way When I mention you don´t mean that much to me To me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me