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 made

And the whole world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for you

Caught 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 cries

And the world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for you

And the world is calling
Like a stranger stalling

Like the pollen that´s falling
Falling for you

Sad 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 made

And the world is calling you
Like a stranger stalling for you
Like the pollen falling
Falling for you

Round the kerbs they´re crawling
Round the backstreets they´re bawling
Down the escalators they´re falling
Falling for you