Keith Otten - Lyrics for Solidute

	Solitude for Anything
	...doesn't sound like anything
	The shoes are parked under the bed Her sturdy fingers support her head She pulls the hollow air inside her It doesn’t feel like Friday And it doesn’t sound like rain And it doesn’t feel like this time all the time The worn out shoes are walking home Sneaky fingers pick up pennies The air cuts through her like a knife It doesn’t feel like anything And it doesn’t sound like Friday And it doesn’t feel like this time all the time Her shoes don’t always end up home Sometimes she likes that she’s alone Her favorite things are in her home Sometimes she likes to be alone She trades kisses for an hour But she backs out of the deal She trades solitude for anything, anything.... Her feet are parked out of her shoes Lazy fingers lose the pennies She’s hollow in the air without them It doesn’t feel like rain And it doesn’t sound like anything And it doesn’t feel like this time all the time Her shoes don’t always end up home Sometimes she likes that she’s alone Her favorite things are in her home Sometimes she likes to be alone She trades kisses for an hour But she backs out of the deal She trades solitude for anything, anything....