I looked out this morning and the sun was gone, turned on some music to start my day
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria. Oh can you feel it, do you believe it?
... but love is always coming and love is always going and no one's really sure who's lettin' go today.
Many years since I was here, on the street I was passin' my time away. To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky.
I can laugh it in the face, twist and shout my way out
Green is the colour of your eyes, grey is the colour of your skin, yellow is the colour of your tongue, tongue, tongue.
Breakfast is burning, kettle stopped working milk in the fridge gone sour…
I'm burning diesel burning dinosaur bones.
Frantic, tick, tick, t-tick tock!
Too real is this feeling of make believe