Feels like everyone's talking backwards
Everyone's singing the same old song
Everyone waits in line to buy minutiae
That they're told will make them grow strong
Every photo's a document
Your life in storage, so no one forgets
The subtle faux pas you made between
The first course and the postprandial chat
Conversation was worthless
Who is in line for inheritance tax?
Nobody speaks their mind because
Their personalities might clash with the facts
Fivе points for your ambience
Another for what you said about God
Nobody's surе, but the place we're searching for
Is between the strange and the odd
Not much of a renaissance man
Got blood stains on his hands
It was a shaving accident
Some poor bastard caught between razor and cheek
And that's not a nice place to be
Three star scenery
Red sun, green grass, blue sea
Blue sea
Not much of a full-grown man
Got t-shirts that I like to hang
I swear it's collectable
Some poor bastard will rue the day that he sold
I'm assembling a model army
Five star soliloquy
Red sun, green grass, blue sea
Blue sea
If you could teach me how to see
The colours in circles, spiralling
I'd take you up onto the top
Where the flat stones live that we throw off
Into the water
Sometimes I think I was born just to have a daughter (Ooh)
It's getting harder
We live a little longer but life gets shorter (Who knew)
I feel it coming
Love is not a race that you're done running (It's true)
You've gotta believe it
'Cause when you get weak, you're gonna need it (In you)
Sea blue
All the memories you can't stop
When the ambulance took you away
And the blue lights were flicking on and off
And the shadows were in your face
Just wasn't your day
Then the telekinesis starts
And the newspaper's torn to shreds
But you kept all your favourite cards
'Cause there's no room inside your head
For any more love
So you spray it across the page
In a language that you made up
And the arrows that point that way
Mean the force is enough to stop
You from tearing up
Someone wraps you in something soft
There's a sanctity in their words
That's a little bit sad at first
But you grow to accept its virtue
Sent from above
If you could teach me how to see
All the colours spiralling
I'd take you up to the top
Where we skim the flat stones off
Into the water
Sometimes I think I was born just to have a daughter
It's getting harder
We live a little longer but life gets shorter
I feel it coming
Love ain't a race that you're done running
You've gotta believe it
'Cause when you get weak, you're gonna need it in you
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Ooh-ooh)
Sea blue (Mhm)
Sea blue (Mhm)
Sea blue
