Mr King - Nerina Pallot

Good days, bad days, I’ve had a few of those

Same old story-I know how this song goes

At least, I did, but now I’m not so sure

Nothing’s in its place, nothing’s certain anymore

Birds fly, trees sway, why can’t I be like that?

Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?

But truth has been obscured

I am only human and I’m always wanting… more

Oh, the world is a place and they say it’s on our side

But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?

Now I see, Mr. King, that was in the books you gave me

Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed

Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess

Oh, those good days I remember well:

Tape on windows, wintertime was hell

But it was fun, and people there were kind

There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time

And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived

I imagined life had purpose and I’d something good to give

Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano

Oh, every love song a secret to be shared

Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there

Now, I’ve got 10 things lined up on a shelf

Reasons to be cheerful for myself

I don’t know why you’re showing me the sky

You say you see heaven

I see hell, but want to try

And the world is a place, and I pray it’s on my side

But I’d find greater comfort if I just lay down and died

I don’t know what’s become of the girl who once knew sunshine

What’s become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?

Hey, Mr. King you were right, all along

Mr. King you were right

Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong