No Fixed Address

Strangers trading silhouettes beneath the passing trains.
No explanations, nothing here to prove.
I like the way the world looks better when it moves,
And I can feel the pressure disappear.
Every sound is pulling me in,
Nothing gets to tell me where to land.
I got the whole night in my hands.
Give me that no-fix-to-dress feeling.
Doors wide open, no concealing.
Moving like the room belongs to me,
Exactly where I want to be.