Kind Of

	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.