mansun
the world's still open
Quiet morning nothing moves and We can hear you breathe Early morning the roads are clear and All you hear, and all you hear is me  They don't ever go to sleep They don't have the time to keep Time to keep  The world's still open while we're all asleep And they don't really care And maybe all the shops have closed their doors And gone into their little homes  Kicking bottles and moving things To make us feel confused Leaving clues for us to find The things that they, the things that they have used  I'm sure I heard you talking I'm sure you sent them to bug me They will never be sent home