There's an old man sat by a window
Waiting for his wife to come back from the
Car with the keys and the money
There's a girl trapped in sweet conversation
The type that leads to nothing more than trouble
And they're all washed
With 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 and so still
Since the wife got back
From the car with the money
And they're all washed
With whites and greens
Blues and yellows
And they all dance
Back and forth
Back and forth, like mice
Another 5 years of this
And I'd go mad
Treading in the same old
Worn out circles
Another 5 days of this
And I'd go mad
Treading in the same old
Worn out circles