The sun rises at nine, departs at five
Ain't doing overtime no more
Because in this world of color
The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall
The sun rises at nine, departs at five
Ain't doing overtime no more
Because in this world of color
The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
The man in the moon has a cold
In the back of his head today, so dark is the river
As the old bridge of lovers finds it's getting washed all away
There are three wise men in the darkness of the desert
Still trying to be finding their way
The tables have been laid and the food has been served
But the cost of the eating is too much for most to pay
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
