I'm a pocket of clouds
Following everyone around
Weighing everyone down
And did you not see me?
I was just passing through
Did you not turn to look away
Oh, pretend to read the news
Oh, ohh

And what's the use of everything
If I can't feel anything?
But I am a needle that's used to (?) everything around me
Left with only rubber and string

And sorry to intrude
Oh the callous it down (?)
I just need someone to talk through
And then leave when my wounds blew (?)
Oh, ohh, ohh

And what's the use of everything
If I can't feel at all?
Oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh oh oh, ooh

And I'm a book left open in a wild field of flowers
But there's nobody round