Текст и слова песни Council Style – 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 commit 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' eveyone 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 was 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
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 commit 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' eveyone 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 was 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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