She's plugged into headphones   Crouched in the corner of her one bedroom flat   Her clothes for the next day hang in the hallway   Over the welcome mat   She sees her own reflection   Looking back from a blank TV screen   She stares for a while and then she mimes the words      And on those days when she is looking around her   She's so amazed by the things that she sees   But most days she only sees herself      Upstairs behind another locked door   He's watching a movie that he's seen before   Phone's off the hook, the curtains are drawn   The benches are clean and the dishwasher's on   He sees his own reflection in a frame on the wall that's catching the light   He hadn't realized that he looked so tired       And on those days when he is looking around him   He's so amazed by the things that he sees   But most days he only sees himself      Next morning they pass in the hall   Both of them stare straight at the floor   All they hear is the sound of their shoes   As they climb in their cars to the radio news   They're stuck in traffic now   At opposite ends of the very same street   And just like everyone else   Driving with 4 spare seats      And if today they were looking around them   They'd be amazed by the things that they'd see   They don't even see themselves