Uninvited Guest - Róisín Murphy

I am walking the streets

I am wandering aimlessly

I can see that it’s all for sale

and uncertains me

All alone

And it looks like everyone else

Is busy

All avoiding

Eye contact with me

I could be well dressed

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

Even in my best

I’m an uninvited guest

Waste another day of nothing

I could get out of my head

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

Even in my best

I’m an uninvited guest

Lost another day of nothing

I’ve been walking the streets

It’s another purposeless day

I am far from the reasons it took to pass this way

I am haunted by thoughts

I am taunted by things to do

And people to see

Catch my eye, passerby

Before I

Pass through

I could be well dressed

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

Even in my best

I’m an uninvited guest

Waste another day of nothing

I could get out of my head

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

I could never quite forget

I’m an uninvited g (uest)

I’ll keep wandering

Aimlessly

Until that flickering

Moment of intensity

I’ll form with you, stranger

Recognise me

Well glance my way

See something in me, I

Keep on

Wandering

Aimlessly

Until that flickering

Moment of intensity

I’ll find in your stranger

Recognise me

Glance my way

See something in me, I

Keep on wandering

Aimlessly

Until that flickering

Moment of intensity

I’ll form with your stranger

Recognise me

See something in me

But see something

Here in the world

Time it recurs

While your world

I could be well dressed

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

Even in my best

I’m an uninvited guest

Waste another day of nothing

I could get out of my head

Even all the money I’ve left

I could buy another day of nothing

Even in my best

I’m an uninvited guest

Lost another day of nothing

Not sure if I’m gonna survive

Survive

Don’t know if this is living a lie

Words fly

Not sure if I’m feelin' alright

On pride

I’m tired

Not sure if I’m ready to laugh… or cry.