The morning leads me over to my window The air feels sharp against my skin Am I leaning out, or the outside leaning in? I wonder as I listen to the wind blow People walk past in the streets A city that I will never meet People in their cars and their cars in the streets The streets in the city where I sleep ♪ Walk down to the supermarket Milk and bread in my basket Chocolate on the shelf and my mind on the docket I'm a slave to the change that's in my pocket ♪ Planes drawing lines in the skies Beautiful people fill my eyes Drawing lines now to my own conclusions Beauty is desire in disguise ♪ The morning leads me over to my window The air feels sharp against my skin Am I leaning out, or the outside leaning in? I wonder as I listen to the wind blow