I saw red and yellow flowers outside over the moorsBrightest sunrise, oh, to touch my eyesOh, and through it all I stood and stumbledWaded through my thoughts and hearted through it allI fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet's frownI fought the wolves of patience, or just to let it lie downSee these waters, they're full, yeahOhNow if you're bolder than the darknessMy, my, let these songs be an instrument to cutOh, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessYeah, my, my, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOoh, yeahOut the doorA touch of morn in the burning of the frostOut the doorMy strong hands to hold good friends that I never lostAnd what we found down these coves of limestone and cocoa shellsWhat we found down these roads at wonder as lost as the heartOh, the chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start to youMy, my, chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start to youOh, my, chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start, noOh, see these waters, they're full, yeahOhNow if you're bolder than the darknessMy, my, let these songs be an instrument to cutYeah, darlingThese spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOh, my, my, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOh, my, my, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOh, my, my, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOh, my, my, spaces between the happiness and the hardnessOoh, yeahNew times and places of the timeAnd that you swim the ole'And that you swim the ole'And that you swim the ole'Ooh, come onClash, tonic, lightFull of little secretsFull of little secretsFull of little secretsMale revisionsKnow, I'll cut up the lies*