I'm dressed as drab as the sky
With the sun soaking wet
I breathe out a sigh
In a room alone
But with a second set of my eyes

He sits here and I sit there
Our eyes refuse to meet
One of us is right, you know
It's just a question of when we'll see

I'll let him hang around for now
And think what he wants to think
Because I know I'm fine
Even if he's on the brink