Talk to me
Tell me something 
That I don't expect to hear
And don't mind
If I get you wrong
Don't mind 
If I get you right

I'm [bad word] again
With you again
In your kitchen
With a view on the light
Of this pale cold city
That I don't really like

I hear 
I hear the city roar
I've got a feeling that I've seen it all before
But you have changed
And I have changed
And this silence is killing me inside