Quiet morning nothing moves and   We can hear you breathe   Early morning the roads are clear and   All you hear, and all you hear is me      They don't ever go to sleep   They don't have the time to keep   Time to keep      The world's still open while we're all asleep   And they don't really care   And maybe all the shops have closed their doors   And gone into their little homes      Kicking bottles and moving things   To make us feel confused   Leaving clues for us to find   The things that they, the things that they have used      I'm sure I heard you talking   I'm sure you sent them to bug me   They will never be sent home