Look outside, don't you know how time flies Trapped inside, still nothing to write A pair of earrings and a broken heart A needle and a stitch could fix my heart Talking to you for hours on end We can talk about anything Walk and talk so we don't lose our mind But there's still nothing to write Sat inside before the surprise hide Nothing left inside the mind to write You will not hear this hell on the streets In my mind is a blank hollow street You will not hear this hell on the streets In my mind is a blank hollow street
