Richard Buckner - Mood

Giving your answers
I think it’s fair
Come back even faster
Work it in there
Inside we’re saying
It’s never enough
Instead of breaking
Off what we've done
Over – sit up and lie back
Closer – no-one believes in
Sold wind - we’re holding
Arms that were hidden
Before they were met
Finding us missing
While everyone pays
To press on and pull up the covers
Let’s stop after they've gone
I guess they caught you
In the wrong mood
Everything’s changing
Blossomed or burned
Someone worth chasing
I called when I heard
How you – wrapped in the wasted
Bound to – in case you stay
Let it – dressed with
Fortune – spreading your favour
Portions – laid at your feet
With no time – I don’t mind