Текст и слова песни Style Council – My Ever Changing Moods
Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best
Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest;
The cool before the warm - the calm after the storm;
I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food
But I'm caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods.
Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet - for me won't be too soon;
The hush before the silence - the winds after the blast;
I wish we'd move together - this time the bosses sued
But we're caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood.
Teardrops turn to children - who've never had the time
To committ the sins they pay for through - another's evil mind;
The love after the hate
The love we leave too late;
I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved
But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood.
Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line
But I know which way I'd run to if the choice was mine;
The past is knowledge - the present our mistake
And the future we always leave too late;
I wish we'd come to our senses and see there is no truth
In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood.
Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest;
The cool before the warm - the calm after the storm;
I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food
But I'm caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods.
Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet - for me won't be too soon;
The hush before the silence - the winds after the blast;
I wish we'd move together - this time the bosses sued
But we're caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood.
Teardrops turn to children - who've never had the time
To committ the sins they pay for through - another's evil mind;
The love after the hate
The love we leave too late;
I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved
But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood.
Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line
But I know which way I'd run to if the choice was mine;
The past is knowledge - the present our mistake
And the future we always leave too late;
I wish we'd come to our senses and see there is no truth
In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood.
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