It's with the time today
You change your colours fast
And well you may
Cos we were acting coy again
Catastrophe's at noon
Things change, went out of style
Maybe that's ok just for a while
We were acting white again
So no one speaks just hears
See me at your house
I know that you're a temperate old souse
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door
Cursed and out of style
I know that I am out but not by miles
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door
To see your life and lies
Will break you heart until you must despise
Everything about yourself, the picture of you's not clean
Strike and then we are
We started off on bikes
Came home by car
And at the junction we revealed
That we believed in you
See me at your house
I know that you're a temperate old souse
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door
Cursed and out of style
I know that I am out but not by miles
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door