Mr M's Clearer Skies

Well sometimes I feel a life of more simpl-er existance
Maybe a mind so scatterless well it may be bliss
Cause right now I’m stuck in here I’ve took on borderline pyschotic persistance
Twenty one years of love and happiness there I’ve missed
But there’s still one thing I can’t find
I can’t find anything about you that I can despise
Well I’m still waiting for that perfect moment to end our foggy trip
Oh times are tough but soon we’ll be sailing on clearer skies
Well I said let’s steal away from this incessant tauntage
In our minds we’ll build a moat and a titanium drawbridge
With «Fuck Off World» go home run it across the door
Bu then you said we should stay in and watch Gavin and Stacey
But smerked at my suggestion life should be more racey
So I snuck off all alone feeling I deserved more
Oh there’s still one thing I can’t find
I can’t find any reason to abour your lies
Well I’m still waiting for that perfect moment to end our foggy trip
Well times are tough but soon we’ll be sailing on clearer skies
Oh on clearer skies
There’s still one thing I can’t find
No I can’t find any feeling for you that I can disguise
Well I’m still waiting for that perfect moment to end our foggy trip
Oh times are tough but soon we’ll be sailing on clearer skies