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It was a saffron day on the avenue |
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I took the evening train back to my dark room |
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And the periwinkle sky was just the night in disguise |
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Oh and everything eventually turns grey |
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Well if you saw me now, I'd still talk at my shoes |
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And if I saw you now, your eyes would still be blue |
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And believing your own lies seemed like such a good idea |
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But you see your father's eyes when you look into the mirror |
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Oh and everything eventually turns grey |
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It takes one hour to burn |
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What was twenty years to come |
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And we're all rubble at the bottom |
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And it's all falling down |
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Yeah it's all falling down |
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The creases there, and my crooked spine |
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The bold headlines now, a linear design |
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Oh and everything eventually turns grey |
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It takes one hour to burn |
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What was two hundred years to come |
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And we're all rubbled at the bottom |
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And it's all falling down |
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And it's all falling down |
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Yeah it's all falling down |
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Now, now it's getting yellow at the edges |
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Cracking at the corners |
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Bending at the knees |
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You're getting blue in the face |
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From screaming the warning |
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And no one's listening |
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It's hard to see, we turn away |
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We're slowly walking underground |
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Ashes to ashes now, ashes to ashes now |
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Now your old idyllic hope is just |
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A shipwreck on the shore |
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And now your old idyllic hope is just |
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A shipwreck on the shore |