Here we are; a floor and a ceiling,
One, two, three, four walls, and an empty feeling,
Even when the bodies are everywhere,
Even when the talk's so loud you have to shout, loneliness is staring me in the face,
Trying to get out of being in has left me inside out.
And if it weren't for you I'm sure that I'd be a pessimistic man, in search and lonely,
Wondering what to do, and why to do it.
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room.
Lousy jokes and out-and-out lying 'bout somebody else's bad luck, bad taste, or bad timing,
Somebody always tries to get a laugh from losers in this system of give and take,
Can't decide what this party's all about; is it a celebration, or just some kind of personal wake?
And if it weren't for you I'm sure that I'd be a pessimistic man, in search and lonely,
Wondering what to do, and why to do it.
You walked in the room, (and people seem to get a retrospective look in their eyes)
You walked in the room, (like if only they had known, they would've prepared a disguise)
You walked in the room, (ain't it funny how your presence always comments on our secret lives?)
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room,
You walked in the room,
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