There's an old man sat by a window
Waiting for his wife to return from the car with the keys and the money

There's a girl trapped in sweet conversation
The type that leads to nothing but trouble

And they're all washed in whites and greens,
Blues and yellows.
And they all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice

There's a couple sat by a window,
Hand in hand
So still...
Since the wife got bakc from the car with the money

And we're all washed in whites and greens,
Blues and yellows
And we all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice

Another five years of this and I'd go mad
Treading in the same old worn out circles

Another five days of this and I'd go mad
Treading in the same old worn out circles