You've got a chair, but never sit down

a new pair of wings but you stay on the ground

a needle propped up, that won't make a sound

a first class ticket but you won't leave town

a picture-­-less frame hangs on your wall

it perfectly compliments nothing at all

you're lonely again, and you wonder the halls

but you've got a friend that you never call

baby we're stuck at the docks

but there are no ropes and no locks

the world keeps on spinning but we're standing still

like two hands on a powerless clock