I've been walking the straight line
Living in my best friend's pocket
Been looking at my life
All the time all the time
How can I do my work
Always looking over my shoulder
When everything falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you can't turn the pages
And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through

We fill up stolen hours
Hunger for the touch of money
Building crooked towers
On the faultline faultline
When I came running to you
I was following the light from a dead star
When everything falls apart
When you meet a false heart
Then you can't turn the pages
And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through

With me around from the dirty spare
From you meet a false heart
But you can't turn the pages
With me around from the sight night
From the distend show
But you can't find the door
With me around that can pulling through
This a possible time so ho
I've been walking the straight line
Living in my life
All the time all the time
When everything falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you can't turn the pages
And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Can't turn the pages
Can't find the door
Nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through