It was a saffron day on the avenuenI took the evening train back to my dark roomnAnd the periwinkle sky was just the night in disguisenOh and everything eventually turns greynnWell if you saw me now, I'd still talk at my shoesnAnd if I saw you now, your eyes would still be bluenAnd believing your own lies seemed like such a good ideanBut you see your father's eyes when you look into the mirrornOh and everything eventually turns greynnIt takes one hour to burnnWhat was twenty years to comenAnd we're all rubble at the bottomnAnd it's all falling downnYeah it's all falling downnnThe creases there, and my crooked spinenThe bold headlines now, a linear designnOh and everything eventually turns greynnIt takes one hour to burnnWhat was two hundred years to comenAnd we're all rubbled at the bottomnAnd it's all falling downnAnd it's all falling downnYeah it's all falling downnnNow, now it's getting yellow at the edgesnCracking at the cornersnBending at the kneesnYou're getting blue in the facenFrom screaming the warningnAnd no one's listeningnIt's hard to see, we turn awaynWe're slowly walking undergroundnAshes to ashes now, ashes to ashes nownNow your old idyllic hope is justnA shipwreck on the shorenAnd now your old idyllic hope is justnA shipwreck on the shore nn