"It's with the time today
You change your colours fast
And well you may
'cause we're all acting coy again
Catastrophes at noon
Things change, went out of style
Maybe that's OK just for a while
We were acting wide again
So no one speaks just hears
See you 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
You 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 curse, despise
Everything about yourself ... not clean
Strike the land where we are
We started off on bikes
Came home by car
And at the junction we revealed
And we believed in you
See you 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
You know that I am out but not by miles
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door.
"