I don’t have to go far to escape my lifeÂ
When i’ve never really gone that farÂ
The 675 bus will take meÂ
I need to be somewhere unknown
I’ve slept so long here I’ve rotted the mattressÂ
Mould grows under the carpet and under my skinÂ
The air is stale
I need to open the curtainsÂ
And the windowsÂ
Winter sun on my armsÂ
Can I stay here till it burns me
Then let the chill come inÂ













