Turquoise Days - Echo & the Bunnymen

Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

Put your faith in those

Crimson nights

Set sail in those

Turquoise days

We’ve got a problem

Come on over

We got a problem

Come on over

It’s not for glory

It’s not for honor

Just something

Someone said

It’s not for love

It’s not for war

Just hands clasped together

It’s not for living

It’s not for hunger

Just lips locked tight

It’s not rebellion

It’s not suffering

It’s just the way it is

And my pistols packed

And my God goes with me

I fell easy

And I want it

And I need it

And I’ve got it

It’s not for this

It’s not for that

It’s not any of it

Did you say knowledge?

Did you say prayer?

Did you say anything?

If not for good

If not for better

If not the way it is

Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

We’ll place our faith in those

Crimson nights

Set sail in those

Turquoise days

Place your faith in those

Crimson nights

Set sail in those

Turquoise days

You’ve got a problem?

Come on over

You’ve got a problem?

Come on overNow I think I know just what to say…