Things Are What You Make Of Them

I'm spending my

I'm spending my days

I'm spending my

I'm spending my days

I'm spending my days

My day-mons yeah

They're taking up inside of my heart

They were trying to keep me entertained

But they were tearing me apart

Well my memory she was packing yeah

And I knew that she would never come back

She handed me a letter and then

Then she vanished in the black

And the letter said

(Things are what you make of them

Things are what you make of them

Let it be

And you know what I mean

Yeah you know what I mean

Things are what you make of them

Things are what you make of them

Let it be

And you know what I mean

Yeah you know what I mean)

Well I met up with my common sense

And I knew it by the way she stared

She said if you don't make a noise

I will never know your there

Ao I purchased me a ticket yeah

For a meeting with Jesus Christ

He shook my hand and offered me

Just this thimble of advice

He was telling me

Hello he-he-hello

Hey come on

Hello he-he-hello

Hey come on

Things are what you make of them

Things are what you make of them

Let be

Things are what you make of them

Things are what you make of them

Let be

Things are what you make of them

Things are what you make of them

You know what I mean

Yeah you know what I mean