The air inside is poison
They're at it again.
Four years, four years
What has changed?
Angry shouts to killing whispers
What has changed?
Let me play out by a sewer
For the air out there smells rank
But the air inside is poison.
Our high delighted screams distressed you.
"What will the neighbours think?" you said.
What will the neighbours think,
Oh whatever will they think?
Did we kill each other with our screams
As you do with your whispers?
"Quiet, oh be quiet."
What difference does it make?
Split the air or poison it.
Eight years, eight years
What has changed?
Laughing screams to calm frustration
What has changed?
Let me sleep beneath the stars
For the air out there may freeze
But the air inside is poison.
June '01
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