| Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best | |
| Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest | |
| The cool before the warm | |
| The calm after the storm | |
| I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food | |
| But I'm caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods | |
| Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune | |
| But the day things turn sweet - for me won't be too soon | |
| The hush before the silence | |
| The winds after the blast | |
| I wish we'd move together - this time the bosses sued | |
| But we're caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood | |
| Teardrops turn to children - who've never had the time | |
| To commit the sins they pay for through - another's evil mind | |
| The love after the hate | |
| The love we leave too late | |
| I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved | |
| But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood | |
| Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line | |
| But I know which way I'd run to if the choice was mine | |
| The past is knowledge - the present our mistake | |
| And the future we always leave too late | |
| I wish we'd come to our senses and see there is no truth | |
| In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood |