Observe the things I'm not
I resist the urge of a quiet life
Just watch you watching me
Just watch you watching me
Observe the things I'm not
You could be my angel star
Showtime, fourteen stories high
I'll hit the big time show
You are not so nice, nice
They follow you down to the factory
I play dumb, smoke screen
Behind blinds I can't be seen
Onto 12th street, cross in hand
WRITERS
Oliver Judge, Louis Borlase, Anton Pearson, Arthur Leadbetter, Laurie Nankivell