Reflections

One, two, three, four

Looking out at this gentrified wasteland
Soaking in the saturated grey
Hanging over my cynical English eyes
I wish I didn't have to find the way
To change my outlook
Just to start the day, the day, the day

I see what you're not, man
Distorted through the tint on my eyes
I see what you're not, man
No more blank white walls and colourless skies
Cruising down the street
Reflections of a town no longer bleak
Faces and places, in a golden haze
Changing my sunny revelations
To a constant twelve o'clock

Until I slip away
Rays of light I mold
To always change the way
I choose to see the world

Ahh, you
What's it gonna be?
Red, yellow, green?
Purple or blue?
All my life is tinted
Tinted

Until I slip away
Rays of light I mould
To always change the way
I choose to see the world

Ahh, you
What's it gonna be?
Red, yellow, green?
Purple or blue?
All my life is tinted
Tinted
All my life is tinted
Tinted
All my life is tinted
Tinted, tinted
All my life is tinted
Tinted, tinted

All my life is tinted
A-tinted, a-tinted, a-tinted
A-tinted, a-tinted, a-tinted
A-tinted, a-tinted, a-tinted
All my life, tinted
A-tinted, a-tinted, a-tinted
A-tinted
All my life, tinted
A-tinted, a-tinted, a-tinted
A-tinted
It's tinted
Ah

Now my days are elevated
This plastic-rimmed paradise
Finally changed the light in my lenses
Oh, that's my advice
I see what you're not, man
Distorted through the tint on my eyes