hey what's your problem?Â
you make me so uneasy.Â
have you ever thought about it.Â
everything's so black and white to you.Â
do you wake up every morningÂ
cursing the colour of your skin,Â
there's nothing you can do about it.Â
i got to stop running into you.Â
we had a conversationÂ
but you were talking to yourself.Â
i just happened to be standing there,Â
i could've been a fishbowl on a shelfÂ
and it's a crying shameÂ
cause i've done all i can do.Â
you're living in an ancient fortress,Â
you're letting nothing new come through.Â
hey mister bluesky,Â
you're looking grey,Â
your face is flushed but it's never red.Â
there's a shadow hanging over your head.Â
you could be a buddha babyÂ
to be free where you belong,Â
there's never any misconceptionsÂ
when everything you know is wrongÂ
and it's a brave new world,Â
it's a carousel come true.Â
that's why it gets me downÂ
sitting here listening to you.Â
hey mister blueskyÂ
you're looking greyÂ
your face is flushed but it's never red.Â
there's a shadow hanging over your head.