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