Look outside your window, dear
Your eyes are filled with water
And the air is getting harder now to breathe
I find it rather shocking
It appears someone is mocking me
It rains every time
I try to leave
I dream of going back when I'm blue as my old bike
The hills are all greener now that I've been away
The old yard is filled with yellow flowers
And I wonder why I didn't stay
Sometimes I feel like heading straight for the hills
Where the violet glow
Hits the sun setting low
Because something ain't right
When I'm sleeping at night
It ain't home
I decorate with pillows and
I press all my own coffee and
I only buy the brands washed in green
I find if things are orderly, my mind will act accordingly
My anxiety's a well-oiled machine
I dream of going back when I'm blue as my old bike
The hills are all greener now that I've been away
The old yard is filled with yellow flowers
And I wonder why I didn't stay
Sometimes I feel like heading straight for the hills
Where the violet glow
Hits the sun setting low
Because something ain't right
When I'm sleeping at night
It ain't home
When the winter is over, by then ill be
Far more settled
Sipping on green tea
I'll fall in
I'll start again
I'll be home
Because something ain't right
When I'm sleeping at night