Sitting on the doorstoop Watching multiples of people pass me by Look through the windows, through the houses Oh, they're made of sky Gargoyle watching the bouncing ball Strangers mystified by all All the goings on Sufficiently breathless Sufficiently breathless Hey Mr. Policeman, can you point the way Oh, with your hand gun Heed and the puppy and the space below Don't you understand 'em Sufficiently breathless Sufficiently breathless Sufficiently breathless Sufficiently breathless Hearing and watching all the city sounds On the street where we live No one to care about us Seems it´s falling down around us Nothing left to live for Nothing left to live for Sufficiently breathless Nothing left to live for Sufficiently breathless on the street Where we live