Sad as a story, my rainy day girl
Sat on her hands in a sugar-free world
Mimed in a million video games
Bad to the bone like the garbage she's madeAnd the whole world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for youCaught like a bug in a jar by the door
Sat like a specimen made to perform
She sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs
Bad to the bone like the garbage inside
She criesAnd the world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for youAnd the world is calling
Like a stranger stalling
Like the pollen that's falling
Falling for youSad as a story, my rainy day girl
Sat on her hands in a saccharine world
And I'm just someone who remembers her name
Bad to the bone like the garbage she's madeAnd the world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for youRound the kerbs they're crawling
Round the backstreets they're bawling
Down the escalators they're falling
Falling for you