Uneasy times, all give, no take.
Sinking feelins when you wake.
A mess of innocence and tack.
None of this comes flooding back.
Your year of jazz and blinding light,
Is a world away from yesternight,
A sleepless one, so petrified,
Avoiding eyes, a void inside.
There is a plot to k** what was,
File away the wonderful,
Smother all the woe,
Total recall of the perfect moments,
And let the others go.
The times they didn't like your gifts,
The rows that weren't just lovers' tiffs,
Days you felt alone but oh so good,
Things they never understood.
The times you gave the rules a rest,
When they put you to the test,
Frustrated if you don't get through,
Feeling guilty when you do.
There is a plot to k** what was,
Separate the sunsets,
Banish all the cloud.
It never rained in your perfect romance,
At least, that's how it looks now.
And it's easy to distort what used to be,
It's so easy to start your own conspiracy.
There is a plot to k** what was,
Separate the sunsets,
Banish all the cloud.
It never rained in your perfect romance,
At least, that's how it looks now.
That's how it looks now,
That's how it looks, now,
That's how it looks now,
I said that's how it looks now.