Текст: Colours Run. Curiosity.

Look around the old curiosity shop
You could buy it all and waltz out with the lot
But take me with you
Cos I don't want to stay
With all these fools
The likes of us, you know we're just
Flies on the wall

So get rid of all the weights of all your cares
Before the cancer comes and gets you unawares
Well, I'm coming too
Cos I don't want to stay
With all these fools
I'm sorry son, there's no room on the bus
For flies on the wall, flies on the wall
On the wall

Come rain, come flood
I hate my face
I'm so in love
But still I can't escape
The vision of the fly on the wall
Fly on the wall
On the wall