I see yellow papers all in the sky
Look at him as he waves goodbye
To the old one that he hates to be
Different colors for different songs
All this time we were both so wrong
Self indulgence as a state of mind
He's running
Running and running
No one can stop him
Cause he's going crazy
I'm tearing myself to pieces
Over words exchanged
Nowhere close to our destination
Pockets full of imagination
Yes! I know that we'll get there someday
Different colors for different songs
All this time we were both so wrong
Self indulgence as a state of mind
He's running
Running and running
No one can stop him
Cause he's going crazy
I'm tearing myself to pieces
Over words exchanged
I'm tearing myself to pieces
To throw the old away
To throw myself away
To throw the old away
To throw myself away