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