Lyrics

Little works of wonder in a nostalgic mood Let no man pull this under This is a private suit Descending, softly, down the hillside They say Dim the lights, it's better not to see things Relying on the free things Just like a favorite tune And of course I had my feet in the absurd Couse I tried to fit my life into a word And it still turns out the same We're half seas over, in a nostalgic mood I got my arms wrapped around your shoulder Just like a private suit Feeding on molasses, drinking all the glasses They say Kill the lights, it's better not to see things Relying on the free things Like a favorite tune But on top of everything, it sounds absurd That I tried to fit my life into a word And it still turned out the same Hey, but don't worry about me I'll be sitting by the seashore Laughing at the lifeforms Whistling down the breeze So don't worry about me 'cause you can't please everyone And I'm thinking to myself And I'm not the only one We all gotta learn To give some in return Like little works of wonder