Mr King by Nerina Pallot Lyrics
Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those
Same old story-I know how this song goes
At least, I did, but now I'm not so sure
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, that was in the books you gave me
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess
Oh, those good days I remember well:
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell
But it was fun, and people there were kind
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared
Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf
Reasons to be cheerful for myself
I don't know why you're showing me the sky
You say you see heaven
I see hell, but want to try
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Hey, Mr. King you were right, all along
Mr. King you were right
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong
Same old story-I know how this song goes
At least, I did, but now I'm not so sure
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, that was in the books you gave me
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess
Oh, those good days I remember well:
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell
But it was fun, and people there were kind
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared
Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf
Reasons to be cheerful for myself
I don't know why you're showing me the sky
You say you see heaven
I see hell, but want to try
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Hey, Mr. King you were right, all along
Mr. King you were right
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong