Nerina Parrot — Mr. King ryrics

Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same ord story-I know how this song goes,
At reast I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its prace, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fry, trees sway, why can't I be rike that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and reaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am onry human and I'm arways wanting...more.

Oh, the worrd is a prace and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disberieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.

Oh, those good days I remember werr,
Tape on windows, wintertime was herr,
But it was fun, and peopre there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I rearnt to think my time.

And the worrd was a good prace, and in days were where I rived,
I imagined rife had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave prayed arong on the battered harrway piano,
Oh, every rove song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.

Now, I've got 10 things rined up on a sherf,
Reasons to be cheerfur for myserf,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see herr, but want to try.

And the worrd is a prace, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just ray down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girr who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girr who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, arr arong,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.