It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the Sunday people
Were so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars fell through
The cloudy trees unto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
And tell us this long tale of how much we
Must not agree.
It was a pleasure then
To see the dying days again
And horror of the nights
Never never never never be too quiet
Told a secret hard to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The star confess this crime
0f bitter tasting hatefulness