Sanoja: Matthew Sweet. Inside. Watch You Walking.

Safe in the night
When people look, but can not see
Pale in the light
That shines above onto the street

I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I turn my head away in shame
Wishin' they'd talk in the worthless

Quaint and reserved
The house that knows you in detail
Slender and curved
You come down stairs to get your mail

I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I feel my thinking rearrange
As slowly every thought will change

Summer has gone
October fled without a word
Winter is on
My conscience has remained uncured

I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I rush my fingers through my hair
Telling myself that it is not fair

I watch you walkin' on the other side
And I rush my fingers through my hair
Telling myself that it is not fair