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 wont 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