Again I’m standing near window.
Courtyard again is full of cars.
I’m dreaming why we do what we do?
How far is moon or even mars?

And every minute something’s moving,
Somebody is not home this night,
What are these people always doing?
Why aren’t turning off their lights?

I hear woman is just crying,
Another woman has just laughed.
Some people say that they’re dying,
Another scream they’re alive.

And every minute something happens,
Facts do not frighten nor surprise,
I know, I’m not such shady bad ass,
And every minute has a price.