Quarter past two and I'm on my own nEverybody's in their separate homes nI sit in silent isolation nEmpty rooms give me space to think nPush my thoughts right to the brink nSitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to runnnSometimes I feel there's nothing new nSometimes I feel there's so much to do nSometimes I feel i've almost got a clue nMost times I'm lonely and i don't know for whonnCrisis rising at the quarter hournFrom walls of darkness the moon glowersnThe buzz and blur of far off cars fades outnAlone, my self possessionsnI'm torn apart by self obsessionnI need someone else to think about