There's a picture in the hallwaynOf tired and weary mennWho stepped on tiny flowers as they wentnnThrough the bushes through the greennThrough buttercups and grassnnAnd now it's green on whitenAs seasons change with timenYou're all asleep tonightnAnd no one makes a soundnGreen on whitennThere's no picture in the hallwaynBut it's written in your facenSaying it's the final days of a weird weird fallnnSo let's repeat ourselvesnAnd do it all againnnI was searching for that feelingnThat you get from going outnThat you get from standing outside all alonennThinking of the thingsnThat are passed you nownBut still place a shadow on your everydaynnAnd now it's green on whitenAs seasons change with timenYou're all asleep tonightnAnd no one makes a soundnAnd now it's green on whitenAs seasons change with timenYou're all asleep tonightnAnd no one makes a soundnGreen on whitennAnd a natural law is workingnWith a raging fierceful pacenIt's an anti-gravitation thing at handnnAnd it's sending us awaynFrom each other ones againnLeaving wider gaps than what was before