Phoebe Testo

Phoebe came to stay
She looks like summer and she smells like warm rain
We walked through neighbourhoods I′ve seen 10 times before

But her eyes made them feel like something new
And without her, what am I supposed to do?

Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
I think I'm a chore
I can′t see the forest for the thick of it
Too busy looking at myself in polished glass
Measuring the asymmetric eyes that watch me
And without her, what am I supposed to do?

Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
And without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
Without her, what am I supposed to do?
And without her, what am I?