Sanoja: Squeeze. Everything In The World.

There are planes coming in and there's planes going out
One piece of luggage goes around and round
A lady cleans the floors, a night guard checks his watch
There's two lonely faces and one of them's the clock

What crumbs of joy can I steal from this day
She didn't have the time to call me and say
If the things I'd heard were valid and true
I've got everything in the world but you
Everything in the world but you

I drive against traffic, people race in to work
I've got this expression that I know I deserve

The key slides in the lock, who's been here in my bed?
Who's been drinking coffee? What's this paper and pen?
My nerves are ripped to shreds, the phone rings on the floor
But I can't pick it up, I can't take any more

There are planes flying in and there are planes flying out
I look up to the sky and I'm left in no doubt