Heard rumors floating 'round
There's talk of birds and clouds
But I'm stuck on solid ground
There's not much to talk about
A lunar phase
We've seen brighter days
Nothing in my brain would impress you
Sit and think all day like a recluse
Like a recluse
You're so pathetic!
Receptive moods are like
Some random passerby
We catch each other's eyes
But they're too fast for mine
A lunar phase
We've seen brighter days
You always get sad when I'm happy
These things call for misunderstandings
Nothing in my brain would impress you
Sit and think all day like a recluse
Has nobody told you?
The rumors are all true?
You're so pathetic!
