In high school corridors, what is left But ravenheaded girls with chequered bags By autumn twilights in empty parks Sit dirty blondes with cigarettes Thunder through the day and kissed by walls of grey Pictures of her ba** put on her MySpace page Concrete, cobblestone and wooden-hearted homes Where did the time go? Flash the camera, close the blinds Try again to get rid of the red-eye; The number in the corner shows the memories to come You feel that winter chill run up your spine Plunder in the snow, the ethereal glow Waiting for the silence to touch your ghost The yellow light fights your eyes of blue; Don't you feel the disconnection too?