Looking out my bedroom window 
See the planes take off from Heathrow 
one by one [bad word] and go 
on and on on and on 

I think about the places i'd go 
I think about this place i call home 
All the shots and all [bad word] 
all around all around 

Red light blinking in the twighlight 
tracing in a path right out of here and now  

Baby Baby i think its time we move on now 

Don't you think its quiet around here
Doesn't seem so much to do here
Thinking back to this time last year
Good times good times good times
Don't you think we stay for too long
Don't you think the colour has gone
Get on a plane it can't be wrong
Moving on, Moving on

Those things they look empty
But wait til it [bad word] down
Nothings going on round here
Its time we let it change
Got a feeling my love
We've gotta get out
Before it brings us down