Others - Nimmo

Alone I stand under these lights,

watching the locking of eyes.

Looking forlorn, wearing clothes that i bought you,

I know where you’re staying tonight.

I wish I could just be adult.

But inside I hold you by the throat.

These windows are open, this silence is broken,

by something that sounds like revolt.

Do you do it to them when you do it to me?

Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me?

That oxford collar starts to squeeze,

I hope that life’s nice down there on your knees.

But that awful bliss that those smouldering lips leave me in I guess it seems…

That the punches I throw seem so low,

I clutch at that stranger’s pillow.

Then I gently drift into your black abyss and I’m dreaming of all that’s below.

Do you do it to them when you do it to me?

Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me?

Now I see the lights they’re fading.

Don’t let me down.

Do you do it to them when you do it to me?

Do you think about the others when you’re alone with me?