Matt Nathanson - Vandalized lyrics
[Matt Nathanson - Vandalized lyrics]
Well, it's late at night
There's nobody around
Just the sounds of the cars
Upon the asphalt ground
It's the waiting time
When the hours grow still
I gaze on through the glass
Inside my windowsill
Though I know that you must be
Somewhere in this world
In this place where, at birth
You and I were both hurled
To think that we once were relating
Is a thing that has almost
Grown foreign to me
It's a bad sight such a terrible waste
To spend your time talking in such bad taste
It's the same old line
Though it's not you I blame
It's your teachers and television
That you put to shame
The night's lasting longer
Because I've filled my head
With the things I could have done
And the words I could have said
But, in truth, I was only spectating
And that's a permanent part of reality
So many rude lines so many petty crimes
And you don't feel a need to apologize
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind
But from now on I won't become vandalized
Now the room's started filling
With the dawn's early light
And the end has arrived of this long night
I turn off the television and I hit the bed
While your shade is still haunting
My ever-vulnerable head and there's no use
In trying to compromise
When the kindest things we say
But, it's time I should quit my complaining
And behave with a little more dignity
So many rude lines so many petty crimes
And you don't feel a need to apologize
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind
But from now on I won't become vandalized
Written by Bill Foreman
There's nobody around
Just the sounds of the cars
Upon the asphalt ground
It's the waiting time
When the hours grow still
I gaze on through the glass
Inside my windowsill
Though I know that you must be
Somewhere in this world
In this place where, at birth
You and I were both hurled
To think that we once were relating
Is a thing that has almost
Grown foreign to me
It's a bad sight such a terrible waste
To spend your time talking in such bad taste
It's the same old line
Though it's not you I blame
It's your teachers and television
That you put to shame
The night's lasting longer
Because I've filled my head
With the things I could have done
And the words I could have said
But, in truth, I was only spectating
And that's a permanent part of reality
So many rude lines so many petty crimes
And you don't feel a need to apologize
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind
But from now on I won't become vandalized
Now the room's started filling
With the dawn's early light
And the end has arrived of this long night
I turn off the television and I hit the bed
While your shade is still haunting
My ever-vulnerable head and there's no use
In trying to compromise
When the kindest things we say
But, it's time I should quit my complaining
And behave with a little more dignity
So many rude lines so many petty crimes
And you don't feel a need to apologize
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind
But from now on I won't become vandalized
Written by Bill Foreman