Feels like broken bones fixed
On the dark november
Close to what I thought, lost
Illness, love, surrender

Working, old gold clocks smiling
Shinning for the hurries
Spreading hate and mess
Speaking fast with us, don’t worry

And I beg your freedom, instead of this
And I beg your pardon, would you call it interpeace?

Lighting all the thoughts, night in
Fighting cloud and moon
Sadness has been growing, reaching
Steps along and soon

Though there’s still the petal’s army
All that war is coming back
Makes me feel so down and moody
Ready now to pack

And I beg your freedom, instead of this
And I beg your pardon, would you call it interpeace?

All those “shinny happy people”
Close to their surprise
Back to what they couldn’t feel
Or even realize