Emma

You can call but she won’t answer She won’t listen to you It’s not me, it’s you You can mirror her in every view She will never turn to you It’s not me, believe me Hello stranger, what’s your name? And aren’t you sick of these stupid games? She said “I don’t know what to think anymore… If I only had your words to say I think you’re right, I think I’m ok On my own, but now I’m not so sure…” And every night you can comfort her She will never come for you She’ll see right through you You can call all you want But she’s got better things to do Like being in a different room Hello stranger, what’s your name? And aren’t you sick of these stupid games? She said “I don’t know what to think anymore… If I only had your words to say I think I’m alright, I think I’m ok On my own, but now I’m not so sure…” All the people waiting on their own In the bars pretending to be on their phones All posing for praise they’ll never even hear Gangs of girls hiding themselves with their smoke Drunken lads telling racist jokes All laughing at the people they really fear And Emma and I pass like ghosts Through the flirting games, the subtle boasts, Their jealous eyes, their aggressive disguise, The assertive shouts, the sniggering doubts, And yet they talk so loud but they dissolve in the crowd With their stupid beliefs and their blatant relief When everybody agrees with their stupid decrees And their stupid delusions, and their total confusion, Their local trends, their so-called friends, Anything to conform, anything to offend, Criticise anything you won’t comprehend And when their evening finally comes to an end They come stumbling past us on their way back And when they hear me and Emma, they stop in their tracks Our psiren song takes and controls them A feeling comes, for a moment it holds them