Lletres: Edie Brickell. Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars. Beat The Time.

I notice me. I notice you.
I see a lot of things that neither of us do.
I notice me. I notice you too.
And there are simple things that we don't even try anymore.
There's a way out of this.
Beat the time.
And every time I turn around we got some clever way to put each other down.
And everytime I turn away I can't decide if I should go or should I stay with you.
There's a way out of this.
Beat the time.
We can't leave these problems behind.
So close the door and open you mind.