now i m staring at the hudson i am humming to the passing trains and i no longer miss the silence but i miss your eyelids flickering should we give up the hunt become the hunted ones instead won t the bells at st marks keep on groaning when we re dead either way i still leave you every morning just to hide behind a turn of phrase i still sleep through every chorus i forget my way across the page should we give up the hunt become the hunted ones instead don t the stayers paint the walls once the leaver has taken flight either way you no longer come to greet me were you whispering at my return did i lose another baby did i lose my mind to chemicals did i give up the hunt become the hunted one instead the only song i know to write goes look at me look at me look at me hey hey 