Welcome to my house, please come in There arc no doors to open, under my cathedral ceiling Everyone is welcome here Stay for a while, stay for a while All the walls are decorated by a local artist Every line defines perfection, for our minds to wander in this place with no windows, thats always filled with light Chorus I know you see me so why don't we speak? You're with me here, this is our street Every day you recognize me in my coat of comfort, in the brightest summer shining, I am always wearing it to cover the signs.... of dust on my skin Walking by with tinted eyes, look but there's no contact Can you read the sign I'm holding, the begging words I wrote upon it Don't look in pity, I just want to be seen Chorus I know you see me so why don't we speak? You're with me here, This is our street This old armchair so rewarding, it has a cold drink holder, Frigerator, it ain't working, I can't make it colder. I should be leaving.... this place just gets me down.