It looks a little grey outside my windowsill.
Tears through the gla**; what a shattered past.
The sky turns away now, singing
'I don't wanna see ya hangin' round here no more;
you have so much more to offer.' Oooooh.
Oooooh. Around me it seems like no one else is around.
Around me it seems like no one gives a frown.
Oh, yeah. Oooooh.
Oooooh.
Oooooh.
Oooooh.