Grown accustomed to the luster of it all No longer seems to shine... on anything Sun glasses keep getting bigger, and bigger and bigger and bigger We've all learnt to dim our sights And we'll drag our white fur And we'll make it grey But we won't miss the sight we bought our eyes for And we'll keep in mind That the leaves that we steep make the tea that we drink And the drink that we drink is now Drag your white fur and make it grey Make it grey, grey, grey Make it grey