Krakow

In the pipes of this city

The rodents open up their eyes

The hover trains begin their lives

Like I do without you

I argue with my toaster

I wear my jeans a hundred days

Most intimate I've been of late

Is a pat-down at the airport

And I want what I can't have

But I don't want what I can

And that's the recipe for being alone

I wonder through the market square

People selling Kraków tours

But the minimum's for two people

I walk on like before

I crawl onto chapel steps

Just me and my hundred apps

I look around at no one else

And no one else looks back

And I want what I can't have

But I don't want what I can

And that's the recipe for being alone

Yes, I want what I can't have

But I don't want what I can

And that's the recipe for being alone