In days of peace --
Sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song;
Dusty pavements burning feet.
Why am i crying, i want to know.
How can i smile and make it right?
For sixty days and eighty nights
And not give in and lose the fight.
I'm going back to the ones that i know,
With whom i can be what i want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go --
And with you there to help me
Then it probably will.
I won't go down
Acting the same old play.
Give sixty days for just one night.
Don't think i'd make it: but then i might.
I'm going back to the ones that i know,
With whom i can be what i want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go --
And with you there to help me
Then it probably will.