The Arcane Model

It's spring time today
You change your colours fast
As well you may
'Cause we were acting coy again
Catastrophe's at noon

Things changed, went out of style
Maybe that's okay
Just for a while
We were acting white again
So, no one speaks, just hears

See me 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 know 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 you's not clean

Strike the land we are
We started off on bikes
Came home by car
And at the junction we revealed
That we believed in you

See me 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 know that I am out but not by miles
And now it's like before
There's no one at the door