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