Killing Joke - Euphoria

Overcast, the branches bare
The autumn leaves have fallen
I can hear the magpies laugh
I can’t shake this melancholy

And then the cloud breaks
A ray of sunlight – Gloria!
As if a promise
Some strange kind of euphoria

Dark phantoms of the past
Some things are best forgotten
Like Orpheus, don’t look back
The best years are waiting for you

And then the cloud breaks
A ray of sunlight – Gloria!
As if a promise
Some strange kind of euphoria