They say she's coming back again Falling from the sky With her yellow distorted air And her freedom eyes Running out for to see her hands Gathering their souls I dont care about them anyway I dont wanna go I'll stay in my room all day long Listening to Pink Floyd sing of an eiderdown What it means I dont know... Watch them go Again Pretty lady of circumstances Come on home Lights wont follow you anywhere Now your song is old Arent you tired of living this way? Taking your clothes off Waring them back again ... Dont you want to exchange you ways For something else? So change