It seems a year has passed for nothing less Than to chase the boredom out the angel's streets Can't you see them crawling to the bench Faced the walls You never knew their names or their ways So you're watching out amongst the city crowds And its rain Never quite the same as when you're looking in The projection in my head begins to spin They'll just bend behind the neon light What a sight for my sore eyes And then There's a space Right between my eyes Where all the waste Comes to stay satisfied Then there's a space Right between my eyes Where all the waste Comes to stay satisfied