These are the lyrics from a song from Swampland. I really like it. Courtesy of Truism (he will know who he is for he lives in Switzerland as well). It's supposed to be written in verse but when I copied and pasted it, it might not be in original format:
Blue Moon
Hang around in closing circles hey come here it's somewhere to go
Hang around feeling more or less like these pictures are of you
Sympathy for empty spaces
Out of mind can't let it show
Being accused of being selfish
But you give me nothing
Hang around in closing circles hey come here it's somewhere to go
Hang around feeling more or less like these pictures are of you
Oh so you say you've seen me losing well that's too bad you missed the show
oh so you lost that sinking feeling and without down there's nowhere to go
You got nowhere to go, nowhere to go.
Sympathy for empty spaces
Out of mind can't let it show
Being accused of being selfish
But you give me nothing
Don't take me down to your mattress dear
I'm out on the town without a clue
Take me upstairs with a breath of air
You're giving nothing but diagrams to me
Diagrams of you.