The newsreel is rolling, words are at an all time cheap
The more they are talking, the less it means to me
A terrifying feeling creeping in without a sound
I know it'll pin me if I stop to turn around
Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue
Floating through the ceiling, high up over the trees
Saw a panoramic view of my whole history
The city was all buzzing on every wire and track
All those birthday cards buried out in the yard
Casting off again, not knowing where to land
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Hoping that I'm only passing through
The ache of a decade, the cure is overdue
For this brand new kind of blue
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
Drifting in a brand new kind of blue
