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