They're always upset by other's tragedies
Open to seeing what the other sees
Fragile sense of identity
Reaching out, getting burned
She's sensitive and delicate and a danger to herself
He's self-aware, enlightened and a hazard to his health
They're socially (un)conscious and avoiding worldly wealth
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
They're poetry in motion but you wouldn't say athletic
Dreaming in the dreamy dream post-Raphaelite aesthetic
Extending to the world a personality prosthetic
Protesting all injustice in the world
They're just two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
Two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
They're totally consumed by all the tragic comic endings
In the corner back apartment all the borrowings and lendings
And the seamy sad departures and the seamy sad befriendings
And the wars in every corner of the world
They're just two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
Two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
She cares / He tries / See the world / Through their eyes
She's sensitive and delicate and a danger to herself
He's self-aware, enlightened and a hazard to his health
They're socially (un)conscious and avoiding worldly wealth
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
They're just two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
Two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
They're not religious and they're not optimistic
They're just ordinary people with a lot of missed appointments
And they're too sentimental and they're hopelessly romantic
Maybe a little troubled and they've underdressed for winter
Keeping options open and practicing deep breathing
Just a little angry and a little introverted
They're just two desperately lonely people
Looking out through tiny windows at the world
Just two people in the world
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