They thought they had it to a T

No sense of spontaneity

All those shades of beige and brown

Never fail to bring me down

No spark, no flame, no accidental color

No shock, no wave of accidental color

All those houses on my street

Kept so tidy and so neat

Rows of aluminum shining white

Send me into a dizzy blinding fright

No spark, no flame, no accidental color

No shock, no wave of accidental color

Rooms full of furniture you can't touch

Saved for the days that are supposed to mean so much

My imagination starts to fail

Confronted by surroundings so dull and pale

No spark, no flame, no accidental color

No shock, no wave of accidental color