A lovely day Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be When the day that lies ahead of me Seems impossible to face When someone else instead of me Always seems to know the way

Ah, it's what love looks like, in a world of reproach, Completely absorbed in that too Exciting over fair, always daily forward, always the power to choose In your eyes, what love looks like, it's still the longest thing that I do In your eyes, the

As I'm pulled under the tides of this fast paced world I refuse to see Time will always be the thing that kills me truly Open these eyes waking from a dream feigning Absolution at the sight of your demise I know what I must do Swallow every blasphemy

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission

I am realizing That everybody's lost their simple ways And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy Oh, the enemy Oh, Mr. Back-Stabbin'-Son-of-a-Bitch You're livin' in a world that'll soon be dyin'

of all of the hope you hold for her Don't ever let it go Take your world into your arms And let your feelings show And she, never will leave Always these memories will stay with me And I'll think of her now and then She sings to me now and then Gentle

A lovely day Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be When the day that lies ahead of me Seems impossible to face When someone else instead of me Always seems to know the way

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me

In the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped loving me I was twenty and she was eighteen We were just about as wild as we were green In the ways of the world She'd pick me up in that red

It's always out of reach Sex on the radio And love is always out of reach But I never want to stop trying, no And all our secrets go Out the window And all the world knows now They're playing sex on the radio We all live on an idle TV show