Paul Weller - My Ever Changing Moods - Town And Country Live Concert 5/12/1990 lyrics
[Paul Weller - My Ever Changing Moods - Town And Country Live Concert 5/12/1990 lyrics]
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 savage - some
Call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet -
For me won't be too soon:
The harsh 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 a wilderness
And an ever chagning 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'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
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 savage - some
Call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet -
For me won't be too soon:
The harsh 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 a wilderness
And an ever chagning 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'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