Vārdi: Tom Mcrae. Streetlight.

She's a street light in the evening rain
An empty seat on the rush hour train
She's a Polaroid lying on the street
She's the lover I may never meet

And every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin
Still I feel that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shattered by and criticized and still I crave your touch
And I know the time you're killing is mine but I, I don't mind

She's a phone call in the dead of night
A stranger's voice, I recognize
She's a radio playin' in the dark
She's the name you'll find written on my heart

And every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin
Still I feel that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shattered by and criticized and still I crave your touch
And I know the time you're killing is mine but I, I don't mind

I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind