Out in the streets at night,
mundane Sunday starts with a cry and a slight touch of fate
familiar faces lose their shape as you begin to realize
this cost of living is hardly wise

I remember clouds swirling over town, nothing more than dreams could fill me now
I'm looking at the sky soaked in black and white from countless friends I thought I knew

Opportunity is in the air scattered clear as the rain falls over your head
I know you think you're out of time, but what the future holds (what the future holds) shouldn't stray in your mind

I remember clouds swirling over town, nothing more than dreams could fill me now
I'm looking at the sky soaked in black and white from countless friends I thought I knew
With so much left to prove much that we can do yet we squander in our youth

Bought out and strung out
It's strange how we're fed with lies
I've got nothing to hold me
Nothing to keep me shy

I remember clouds swirling over town, nothing more than dreams could fill me now
I'm looking at the sky soaked in black and white from countless friends I thought I knew
La, la, la...