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 don't care about them anyway
I don't wanna go

I'll stay in my room all day long
Listening to Pink Floyd sing of an eiderdown
What it means I don't know
Watch them go... again

Pretty lady of circumstances
Come on home
Lights wont follow you anywhere
Now your song is old

Aren't you tired of living this way ?
Taking your clothes off
Wearing them back again ...
Don't you want to exchange you ways
For something else ?
So change