I live off nothing in this world    Except the thick grey air that chains itself   Swirls all around and engrains itself   Stifles my last hope into sullen despair      I don't associate myself   With all of the people I can do without   Those who never leave me in any doubt   That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about      I enjoy the silence in my life   I don't thrive on the chaos that close contact can bring   So many empty gestures   That don't mean anything      It's so hard and so cold   The texture of this world   That nothing in this place is soft enough to hold   And nothing like tenderness can ever be unfurled      I don't want anything in this world   Except a thick grey air   That will keep my heart hoping   And keep my eyes wide open   Just in case there's something there      I live off nothing in this world    Except a thick grey air   That will keep my heart hoping   And keep my eyes wide open   Just in case there's something there   Just in case there's something there   Is there something there...