We talk about whatever comes to mind
Each a little fragment
We face each other over coffee
Sunlight stabs our eyes

Young girls asking their webcams
Am I ugly am I pretty?
Massive manhunt, after van rams crowd
Killing at least 13

The more I see the less I know
My breath fogging the pane
Even the weather forecast's
Getting more sad by the day

It keeps pouring over
Pouring over me
It keeps crashing into
Crashing into me
I keep drowning in it
Drowning in it all
I keep my head above water
My feet on the ground