The third track on the album "To Be".

Lyrics:

I’ve been sitting in a sitting room
Not allowed to leave or welcome you
Not that I ever would want to

I’ve been waiting in a waiting room
Staring at a clock upon the wall
Counting the hours till my sleep will fall

How can I be stressed?
I have nothing I confess
But wouldn’t you prefer to have more than less

I’ve been sitting in a sitting room
Playing games and watching endless shows
The time I’ve wasted no one really knows

I’ve been quiet in a quiet room
Am I void of purpose when no one hears?
Am I needed when my presence disappears?

How can I be sane?
When a room becomes a drain
On a Sunday afternoon

Look at me I'm a fancy man
With a fancy golden hue
I have no flaws and know
Exactly what to do

Look at me going slightly mad
Going different shades of blue
When you see me on a Sunday afternoon
Look away

No more sitting in the sitting room
It’s time to stand or even run
It doesn’t matter if I’m the only one

No more lying in a lying room
What you speak here you will become
And the lies will come undone

How can I be sick?
When I have many paths to pick?
But only few are good

Look at me I'm a fancy man
With a fancy golden hue
I have no flaws and know
Exactly what to do

Look at me going slightly mad
Going different shades of blue
When you see me on a Sunday afternoon
Look away

And for today
I seem with a smile
And all the while
I am numb inside

I may seem eccentric
I would rather live my life authentically
And be very happy
Happy happy happy happy
Happy happy happy happy me
Is that what I want
Is it what I want?

Look at me I'm a fancy man
With a fancy golden hue
I have no flaws and know
Exactly what to do

Look at me going slightly mad
Going different shades of blue
When you see me on a Sunday afternoon
I'll be singing something sort of in a tune
There's only one productive thing to do, that's
Look away

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