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

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is

a sin

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