Sufficiently Breathless

Sitting on the doorstoop
Watching multiples of people pass me by
Look through the windows, through the houses
Oh, they're made of sky

Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball
Strangers mystified by all
All the goings on
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless

Hey Mr. Policeman, can you point the way
Oh, with your hand gun
Heed and the puppy and the space below
Don't you understand 'em

Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless
Sufficiently breathless

Hearing and watching all the city sounds
On the street where we live
No one to care about us
Seems it´s falling down around us
Nothing left to live for
Nothing left to live for
Sufficiently breathless
Nothing left to live for
Sufficiently breathless on the street
Where we live