The thing Lyrics by Fine
I wasn’t looking
For anything specific
Just looking around
Let’s quit this scene
We never talk to him
Walking is the act of speaking
Just looking around
I didn’t mention
I’d been writing this book for years
It’s a mad, mad order
Just looking around
I got a million pockets
I saw a light that will go out
Suddenly, there are two of me
Heavy traffic, heavy dreams
I wasn’t looking
For anything specific
Just looking around
