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 sugar, some call a passive tune But the day things turn sweet, for me won't be too soon; The hush 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 the wilderness and an ever changing 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