It's winning time today You change your colors fast And, well, you may 'Cause we're all acting coy again Catastrophes are happening Things change, went out of style Maybe that's okay Just for awhile We were acting wide again So, no one speaks to her fears See you at your house I know that you're a temperate old souse And now it's like before There's no one at the door Cursed and out of style I now that I am out but not by miles And now it's like before There's no one at the door To see your life and lies Will break your heart until You must despise everything about yourself It's a pity ... **Not sure what the last couple words are here** Strike the land beyond We started off on bikes Came home in cars And at the junction we revealed That we believed in you See you at your house I know that you're a temperate old souse And now it's like before There's no one at the door Cursed and out of style I now that I am out but not by miles And now it's like before There's no one at the door