I´m a color reporter (rose city on the 409)
But the city´s been bled white (white city on the yellow line)
And the doctor orders (drinking till he´s trashed is just a waste of time)
He drinks all night to take away this curse
But it makes me feel much worse

Bled white

So I wait for the f-train (white city on the yellow line)
And connect through a friend of mine (white city to a friend of mine)
To a yesterdaydream (yesterday a dream was just a waste of time)
´Cause I´ll have to be high to track the sunset down
And paint this pailing town

Bled white

So here he comes with a blank expression
Especially for me ´cause he knows
I feel the same
´Cause happy and sad come in quick succession
I´m never going to become
What you became

Don´t you dare disturb me (don´t complicate my piece of mind)
While I´m balancing my past (don´t complicate my piece of mind)
´Cause you can´t help or hurt me (the anger, being mean was just a waste of time)
Like it already has, it may not seem quite right
But I´m not fucked, not quite

Bled white
Bled white