Текст: Style Council (The). The Singular Adventures Of The Style Council. My Ever Changing Moods.

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