Running
down an empty street
Perhaps it was a rare instinction
The smell of wood cologne The sound of a celebration
Oh, oh,
oh,
dislocation Oh,
oh, oh, dislocation
Just a swimmer,
growing dimmer In the glimmer of a summer
We'd be gladly swimming madly Never,
never going under
Oh, oh, oh, dislocation Oh,
oh, oh,
dislocation
The sun was going down one quiet evening Someone
came into the room where I was half asleep
We spoke for a while,
I couldn't see his face Later on when he was gone I realised I didn't
catch his name
Oh, oh,
oh,
dislocation Oh,
oh, oh, dislocation
Oh, oh, oh, dislocation Oh,
oh, oh, dislocation
