Looking out from day to day At a dirty old expanse of motorway I dream of colours when all around is grey I dream of colours and sunlight There's a way i'd rather be Than the person who pretends that he is me I dream of colours to be what i would be I dream of colours, inspires me Suddenly, a shaft of light breaks through Illuminates the room (gloom?) When all around was darkened And tender hues of light and shade It paints a picture of an altogether brighter day Looking out from day to day At a dirty old expensive motorway I dream of colours when all around is grey I dream of colours. And sunlight Sunlight. Sunglight. And sunlight.