Murmurs

Worn out streets, line my way. Walk straight on, so close to home. Today feels different, I hold my breath: Murmurs through the thin white walls. Oh, oh, oh..... Chorus In regard of the strange intimacy they have maintained, and kept for themselves, I'll never find out unless I leave from here. I stare in awe, petrified. And malcontent, so close to them. But I can't banish jealousy. Unable to react. I stay where I am. Chorus 2 Those worn out streets, they outlast time. But the murmurs silenced. Through the walls I can hear nothing. Even if I hold my breath, Confusion is all that's left. And alienation. I'm sure they've left/gone