There's a distant horizon
To lead me on my way
And there are cracks in your eyes now
Beckoning me to stay
On a Wednesday morning
You've seen the sun call
But as I put on my raincoat
I look at my face on your wall
But isn't it funny to care about nothing at all?
The city is wrapped in December
Leaving its flags unfurled
The Romeos sit by the harbour
Praying they'll pick up a girl
It's another crescendo
That leads us back home
When you're sleeping in silence
With the birds in your soul
But isn't it funny to care about nothing at all?
