Twisting, shouting
Through this pink mist
cigarettes, on the ground
from the morning meetings
we pick each other up
from what we never needed
and find there's hope after all
in human heart and human heat
after all the bloodloss and bottling
we realise the sun's always rising somewhere
up to the point but not beyond
of what’s too much to bear
we are flamingos among pigeons
when they've made up their minds,
we make a different decision
when they’ve go hair we shave our heads
when they're awake we go to bed
when they’re talking we pretend to be dead
they go right we go left
they are them and there and then
we forget to be ourselves
and we tell each other
Always remember that you are unique
just like everyone else
Through this pink mist
cigarettes, on the ground
from the morning meetings
we pick each other up
from what we never needed
and find there's hope after all
in human heart and human heat
after all the bloodloss and bottling
we realise the sun's always rising somewhere
up to the point but not beyond
of what’s too much to bear
we are flamingos among pigeons
when they've made up their minds,
we make a different decision
when they’ve go hair we shave our heads
when they're awake we go to bed
when they’re talking we pretend to be dead
they go right we go left
they are them and there and then
we forget to be ourselves
and we tell each other
Always remember that you are unique
just like everyone else