Looking out my bedroom window See the planes take off from Heathrow one by one they come and go on and on on and on
I think about the places i'd go I think about this place i call home All the shots and all that come all around all around
Red light blinking in the twighlight tracing in a path right out of here and now
Baby Baby i think its time we move on now
Don't you think its quiet around here Doesn't seem so much to do here Thinking back to this time last year Good times good times good times Don't you think we stay for too long Don't you think the colour has gone Get on a plane it can't be wrong Moving on, Moving on
Those things they look empty But wait til it all comes down Nothings going on round here Its time we let it change Got a feeling my love We've gotta get out Before it brings us down