Confidential People

The rain is outside
Where the sky is crying
I'm under the tiles
But I'm not dry

The man who's living next door
I met him on the stairs
Yes confidential people
Are really scarce

My brain is a bush
That grows in a rush
The rain starts and stops
To make me go nuts

The unknown from the quarter
I met him on the stairs
Yes confidential people
Are really scarce

Smoke in my lungs
But your body's the drug
The words on my tongue
When the animal comes

The beauty from around the corner
I met her on the stairs
Yes confidential people
Are really scarce



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Gasser
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