Dying

She's seeing colours in a million shades of grey
She might seem mean but she just comes across that way
Another customer, another tray of nothing new
She dreams of discotheques in Bali and Corfu
Sleepwalking mannequin I've become
I'm twenty years old
Why'm I feeling so numb?
I die and I die and I'm still alive
I live in a world that's surreal
I cry and I lie and I wonder why
I'm not touching the things that I feel
Picks up his briefcase, takes his coffee at the door
If he were blind he could still find the seventh floor
Another lineup for that screaming Sunday train
He dreams of painted sails floating on the Seine
Android attached to a hard cell phone
Why are these thoughts that I have not my own?
I die and I die and I'm still alive
I live in a world that's surreal
I cry and I lie and I wonder why
I'm not touching the things that I feel
Look at that sunset, it's beautiful
I can't see it through these clouds in my head
I'm missing the point
I should be outside laughing
But I'm still in bed
Should catch the sun and wake up again
I live in a world that's surreal
I cry and I lie and I wonder why
I'm not touching the things
I'm not touching the things that I feel
I'm not touching the things that I feel
I live in a world that's surreal
I die, I die
Not touching the things that I feel