it’s so bright in your city, the skies are gray in my town,
if there are 2 kinds of people, I must be the kind who stays around..
everyone loves the sunshine, I got high in the storm,
if there are 2 kinds of people, I will be the kind who loves you more..

maybe it’s simple:
on the one hand you’ve got everyone who says that there are
2 kinds of people; I wanna be the other kind..

if you lack contrast, we can supply that,
clear days are dearer out here where they fade fast..

April 1st, as the snow falls, and I’m a fool in a scarf,
if there are 2 kinds of people, point me to the ones with broken hearts..

maybe it’s simple:
on the one hand you’ve got everyone who says that there are
2 kinds of people; I wanna be the other kind.. I say it’s simple:
on the one hand you’ve got everyone who says that there are
2 kinds of people; I wanna be the other kind..

I hear it’s nice in your city, the skies are gray in my town,
if there are 2 kinds of people, I must be the kind who stays around,
if there are 2 kinds of people, I will be the kind who stays around…