I listen out and look around But everything is muted and brown And I could sleep for days and hope that things will turn around But I know when I wake up it'll still be muted and brown I know I can't keep living in the past but the future's always worse And I'm beginning to think it's just the way it is And that there's no such thing as a curse I'm sure I can think of ways to change, I just need to get out of bed first I've avoided taking a stand because I keep falling down You say I never learn and that I never will That time spent killing me just adds to time I kill So I can poison myself until I black out so that another boring weekend is done Or I can open my eyes and the blinds and start to get used to the sun I'm so sick of everything being stagnant, I'm so sick of everything being stale I'm so sick of watching from the shore as every ship sets sail So I guess I'll keep my eyes open and keep an ear to the ground And keep my fingers crossed for colour and sound.