believe (chorus) Better days are on the way my friend Just a ways on down the line I believe that just around the bend Everything's gonna be fine Better days
be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days
翻訳: グレースのポイント. 良い日.
gonna be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days
can shackle me away and try to wrap around my dreamer I feel better when I paint my days With purple seas and left out grays Strange is just a different point
? We're waiting for the better days We will always feel dismayed but only ever be okay What's the point in getting laid? We're waiting for the better days
our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better
of sadness I occupy with dignity was left like a dream among stones and the words that you spill from the mouth that you fill they abandon their grace
ever I saw you face it was love at first sight in a public place see you moved through the room with such style and grace and like a sweet peice of candy
men (arrr) fuck the power of grace go 'til my skull is grey - every day, all day i'mma never fall prey some people get better with time and some people
of questions Owning your every thought Curled up like a new born Makes tomorrow all right This siege of personal conflict Selfishness at this point saves you Numerous days
o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better
shackle me away And try to wrap around my dreamer I feel better when I paint my days With purple seas And left out grays Strange is just a different point
watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better
turn, my turn I need this mic I'll make it hard to keep track of my days If need be you count the sun rays Seven nights seven days,incubate six degrees
I saw you face it was love at first sight in a public place see you moved through the room with such style and grace and like a sweet peice of candy
on to all the things you know will only hold you back in the end) ..like you're just holding out for something better to steal you from these tired days
