Small Talk Relations

Skipped a stone and watched it go
 The arc and then the undertow
 Thinking a day is something like a prayer
 So much to ask, you started soft
 Then the wait of locks come off
 In the end you just hope someone's there
 'Cause all these small talk relations
 No, they ain't nothing for me
 No, nobody here knows the way that I feel
 There's no one to answer to
 Just the dark and me and you
 All the angels standing round just wishing
 For the drag there of your smoke
 Taste of skin, scent of hope
 Raise their skirts up when no words are rising
 Small talk relations
 I can't hear one thing from you
 Don't nobody here at all
 Know the way that I feel
 Workmen in the street below
 Softly play a radio
 Hear my static through the traffic
 Crowd just turns to leave
 Secret current underneath
 Cannot be heard above the racket
 Small talk relations
 I can't hear one thing from you
 Don't nobody here at all
 Know the way that I feel