Lyrics:

Youre sitting in front of me
Our bus isn't coming
I think Im going blind
Or is everything losing its color

I made it clear to you
My sleep is restless
My heart is divided
Quarters, halves, eighths
Im in love with this feeling
This invisible feeling.

What I wanted to say
Would have sounded all wrong
In that crazy pitch of my
Pidgin stammering knotted tongue

Im used to it, this city
The smell of it, the gray dust of it
I know thats rain coming
to wash it over
clean it away

Im used to it, this feeling
The comforting, the reviling
Im used to it, this city
The comforting, the reviling