Crazy To Exist
The place is near, so what do we get?
The shadowed coaches let rest
Our legs are twisted as we steam the glass
Batch a stranger's gaze, afraid to ask
I love to walk in town,
But there's always that smell
A cafe where we'll eat
And drink till we're well!
This is your life,
This is so small
Sleeping in doorways,
Corners and halls
Sometimes I know... It's crazy to exist
Yes, it seems so... It's crazy to exist
I think by now... It's crazy to exist
I love to walk in town
Come on let's go in town
I need to be in a town
But we can't go in town