Good Richard's Crash Landing

Looking out at this gentrified wasteland Soaking in the saturated grey Hanging over my cynical English eyes I wish I didn't have to find a way To change my outlook Just to start the day, the day, the day I see what you're not, man Distorted through the tint on my eyes I see what you're not, man No more blank white walls and colourless skies Cruising down the street Reflections of a town no longer bleak Faces and places, in a golden haze Changing my sunny revelations To a constant twelve o'clock peak Until I slip away Rays of light I mold To always change the way I choose to see the world Ahh you What's it gonna be Red, yellow and green, Purple or blue All my life is tinted Until I slip away Rays of light I mold To always change the way I choose to see the world Ahh you What's it gonna be Red, yellow and green Purple or blue All my life is tinted, tinted All my life is tinted, tinted All my life is tinted, tinted, tinted All my life is tinted, tinted, tinted All my life Tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted Tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted All my life Tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted All my life Tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted, tinted It's tinted Now my days are elevated This plastic-rimmed paradise Finally changed the light in my lenses That's my advice I see what you're not man Distorted through the tint on my eyes