Texty: The Eyeliners. Anywhere But Here.

It doesn't matter where you go
it's all the same when
you're standing alone
In the room amongst
the crowd
At this place where
no one knows
you're around


The tension's building
My temples are wet
I'd rather be
somewhere in Tibet
standing here where
I don't belong
I don't care if I dance

all wrong


I see it clearly, I
shouldn't be here
I think you're stupid
You think I'm weird
Because you're someone
I don't want to know
I'm understanding I'd rather be alone