Lyrics:

It's winning time today
You change your colors fast
And, well, you may
'Cause we're all acting coy again
Catastrophes are happening

Things change, went out of style
Maybe that's okay
Just for awhile
We were acting wide again
So, no one speaks to her fears

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
I now 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 your heart until
You must despise everything about yourself
It's a pity ...

Strike the land beyond
We started off on bikes
Came home in cars
And at the junction we revealed
That 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
I now that I am out but not by miles
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door