They say she's coming back again Falling from the sky With her yellow distorted air And her freedom eyes Running out for to see her hands Gathering their souls I dont care about them anyway I dont wanna go I'll stay in my room all day long Listening to Pink Floyd sing of an eiderdown What it means I dont know... Watch them go Again Pretty lady of circumstances Come on home Lights won't follow you anywhere Now your song is old Arent you tired of living this way ? Taking your clothes off Waring them back again ... Dont you want to exchange you ways For something else ? So change