Apartment

Yeah. When I was a little girl, I'd always dreamed of having an apartment where I Could see strange faces by the crossroad. In their own little world, wondering who they'd be. I'm wondering where they've been, wondering what They've seen, wondering about their dream. Now while I blow my candle out, I wonder about the last time that we could Really shout. Try not to think of thinking or lose The rhythm. Only when I need it, the thoughts start coming Around. That girl that used to draw this Life would smile to know it's really mine after All that time. Yeah. In my own little world, oh, I build it all. Design each moment and forgot to look down and See it all. Now in my dream home, blow my candle out. By the busy street, I watch the world go By. I try not to overthink it or lose The rhythm. Find the peace I'm seeking and let the Writing flow. In My local bakery, I buy pastry. My friend's living next to me. Standing desk in my local bakery. I buy pastry. My friend's living next to me. I'll be waiting in my local bakery. I buy pastry. My friend's living next to me. Standing desk in my local bakery. I buy pastry. I buy pastry. Oh, I buy pastry. My Friends live next to me. I buy them pastry. When I was a little girl, I'd always dreamed Of having an apartment where I could see strange Faces by the crossroad.