Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a stranger
walking by myself.
Sometimes it seems these hopes and dreams
all came from somewhere else,
But I don't know...

Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a stranger
walking by myself.
Sometimes it seems these hopes and dreams
all came from somewhere else,
But I don't know...

The streets are stained and littered and these berries cover it.
I wouldn't even notice but these berries smell like [bad word] 
I don't know why.

Well I don't care how picture-esque or [bad word] your life gets,
The ground's un-solid don't forget
To keep your ear to the ground.

Sometimes I feel an anxious peace
I'm walking by myself.
Like everyone around that I pass
Should kick my [bad word] and wake me fast
I know.

And I can forget whats mine when I'm walking by myself,
Cause counting everything you own
Is just like counting cobblestones,
Oh yeah!

Well I don't care how picture-esque or [bad word] your life gets,
The ground's un-solid don't forget
To keep your ear to the ground.