| It’s the kind of day you never wake up from | |
| A summer’s day has come to mind in autumn | |
| Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten | |
| In every place and every heart | |
| Branches bare the moon’s not misbegotten | |
| Was it hesitant from the start | |
| Some people say that when you’re feeling rotten | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Lying still you listen to the noises | |
| Roll your heads and rub your noses | |
| Cupboards bare you lack of further choices | |
| Who of us now knows where the time goes | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It’s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Come what may | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Desperate days | |
| Are mixed with those that aren’t | |
| In a kinder way | |
| On holidays I swear I hear an echo | |
| You hold tight to it then you simply let go | |
| Sure as you let those feelings show | |
| They let you know that you are not alone | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It’s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way. |
| It' s the kind of day you never wake up from | |
| A summer' s day has come to mind in autumn | |
| Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten | |
| In every place and every heart | |
| Branches bare the moon' s not misbegotten | |
| Was it hesitant from the start | |
| Some people say that when you' re feeling rotten | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Lying still you listen to the noises | |
| Roll your heads and rub your noses | |
| Cupboards bare you lack of further choices | |
| Who of us now knows where the time goes | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It' s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Come what may | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Desperate days | |
| Are mixed with those that aren' t | |
| In a kinder way | |
| On holidays I swear I hear an echo | |
| You hold tight to it then you simply let go | |
| Sure as you let those feelings show | |
| They let you know that you are not alone | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It' s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way. |
| It' s the kind of day you never wake up from | |
| A summer' s day has come to mind in autumn | |
| Eyes are heavy, nights are long forgotten | |
| In every place and every heart | |
| Branches bare the moon' s not misbegotten | |
| Was it hesitant from the start | |
| Some people say that when you' re feeling rotten | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Lying still you listen to the noises | |
| Roll your heads and rub your noses | |
| Cupboards bare you lack of further choices | |
| Who of us now knows where the time goes | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It' s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Come what may | |
| In a kind of way | |
| Desperate days | |
| Are mixed with those that aren' t | |
| In a kinder way | |
| On holidays I swear I hear an echo | |
| You hold tight to it then you simply let go | |
| Sure as you let those feelings show | |
| They let you know that you are not alone | |
| Speak now love to me of your return | |
| It' s not how much you make but what you earn | |
| Put your petals in a pile and watch them burn | |
| In a kind of way | |
| In a kind of way. |
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