you used to drive me around   when i was big enough to care   well nothing's changing   i'm just saying you were probably there      and everything was still to be   we were gold enough to rise   a supple river, young and silver    with the clouds in our eyes      and i know i'm falling over   and before we go much lower   i've had enough of all your bribery and mimosa   you come clean   i've had enough of all the sadness i'm supposed to   you come clean, i'll come closer      you used to drive me around   when i was small enough to cry   well nothing's changing   no one's waiting for the painting to dry      and if this sounds like goodbye   then you hear the same as me   a pair of complimentary mimics on a color tv