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. 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 shouted by and criticised, 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 playing in the dark, She's the name you'll find written on my heart. 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 shouted by and criticised, Still I crave your touch. And I know the time you're killing is mine, But I... I don't mind.