This Place Has Got No Soul, Kid Voxtrot

You look around to see the faces and the hands of all the kids you never give another thought to in your lifetime
I've seen you dancing and you look like you could use a boy who doesn’t use his fists, but starts speaking at the right time
Just think of London where we could be cutting roses from the gardens of the people I dream about at nighttime
I go out dancing please don't leave me at this place, I know you're just like me and I can’t think too clear at this time

I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale
I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale

You took a beating from the bastards in the hallway who were down on you because you tried to do a little research
‘Cause all the families had grown up inside the doctrine which was built around the history that was built around the new church
I met a girl who said she's nearly found a husband
She fantasized about the boys that do it in the schoolyard
She went out dancing and she felt a little guilty
She met a Latin boy, let her pants down with her guard

I'll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale
I’ll stand outside your window with a violin, and stay a hundred days until I’m thin and pale

Be sure to call me when you get in from the station
And don't cry a river on me ‘cause this place has got no soul, kid
Don’t let time taste all the racket at the table
I know you're just like Steven, and it's what we've always wanted
It’s kind of comical but somehow so depressing
I know he really loves you, so naive and full of answers
I've got a scar for every time I've gotten lonely
But I never want to know the fragile safety of a dancer
Be sure to call me when you get in from the station
We'll go outside and talk about the beauty of the subtext