Malaise

You saw the moon on Sunday morning

Time flies, you missed your ride

Even now the birds are yawning

Another conversation over met the most of bitter ends

Now I know you colour my life

In a way that fit with yours

You told me by the fireside

Another conversation over met the most of bitter ends

I'm not where I set out to be and now I see

There's no need to stay

Swear on a cross made of strawberry lace

That we never repeat our mistakes

Cast away and fresh out of water

Head above the parapet

Sing through the city fog

Walk through the white

I might see you there

In the most of bitter ends

I'm not where I set out to be and now I see

There's no need to stay

Swear on a cross made of strawberry lace

That we never repeat our mistakes

Cast away and fresh out of water

Head above the parapet

Sing through the city fog

Walk through the white

I might see you there

In the most of bitter ends