1990 Paul Weller

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

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