Figures - Gia Margaret

The lights are on in the buildings downtown

And a figure inside moves like you

And it cries, left to right

Fold the clothes and turn the blinds

And a figure inside moves like you used to

And I swayed on the train

And took to some new place

And the figure at my side

I swore it felt like you

But it wasn’t you

And the lights turn on in the buildings downtown

And a figure inside moves like you