This One's for You [Studio]

Stacks of books All seem the same When you stand a bit far away A closer look and you know This one's for you Cigarettes Scattered shards And shattered pieces of earthen pots Embellish the roads for you This one's for you Striding feet Thoughts too deep It's afternoon, they're deep asleep There's too much time on hands This year is leap Though there's time to rise Open your eyes Perhaps the price is small But why pay at all Though the rules that now amuse Will make some lose Night sky Devoid of stars Unheard screeches, unserviced cars Oh the cacophony brewed Just for you Blind faith In all that's yours Her sins are fine, are you sure The girl who stands accused Is someone's muse At the bar You call for a drink But on your table, no glasses clink May the drunken man once think You're just like him There's no place to hide Once you have died To hell with your pride All your clothes untied Few people did cry And the rest were left confused The voyeur, he smiles at you This one is for you At the stage You call for a change And once again, he says he must arrange He says, he's in those shoes Just for you City hues Confined to few You dare to say they've been enforced on you Live wires hanging loose Just for you