Pitter-patter on the windows Shy boy, but here goes Inside reflects the outside Inside reflects the outside Pitter-patter on my raincoat I'm outside. Been cold Carry me by the wayside Carry me where the wind goes I'm lonely You know me Can't seem to kill the old me I'm biking down these empty roads And it's over It's over It's over It's over And it's over It's over It's over It's over I'm lonely You know me Can't seem to kill the old me I'm biking down these empty roads Songs mold me In my earphones They hold me At the crossroads I can't decide just where to go And it's over It's over It's over It's over And it's over It's over It's over It's over