She's plugged into headphones Crouched in the corner of her one bedroom flat Her clothes for the next day hang in the hallway Over the welcome mat She sees her own reflection Looking back from a blank TV screen She stares for a while and then she mimes the words And on those days when she is looking around her She's so amazed by the things that she sees But most days she only sees herself Upstairs behind another locked door He's watching a movie that he's seen before Phone's off the hook, the curtains are drawn The benches are clean and the dishwasher's on He sees his own reflection in a frame on the wall that's catching the light He hadn't realised that he looked so tired And on those days when he is looking around him He's so amazed by the things that he sees But most days he only sees himself Next morning they pa** in the hall Both of them stare straight at the floor All they hear is the sound of their shoes As they climb in their cars to the radio news They're stuck in traffic now At opposite ends of the very same street And just like everyone else Driving with 4 spare seats And if today they were looking around them They'd be amazed by the things that they'd see They don't even see themselves