Nothing is black or white
Only grey
The devil has enough advocates without me today
It's alright, I'm only cells you see
Bouncing lightly through this rainbow halfway down the stairs
Halfway down the stairs
I've got your back, under marmalade skies
Did you wanna ask if there's a place where you could hide?
If so I might, just might, might have somewhere in mind...
So if this is all we've got
Come out and play
The sun is high and smiling
Cos this might be your heyday, your heyday
Yeah this might be your heyday, your heyday
Are those bars on your windows
More metaphorical than real?
The chiaroscuro lighting
Gives this place a sombre feel
Do we choose our thoughts
Or at least choose what we let through the door
If you wanna get away from the night time
Away from the night time follow me...
Cos this might be all we've got
Cos this might be all we've got
Yeah this might be all we've got
Yeah this might be all we've got"