let's turn the record over

tomorrow i'll feel fine, it's yesterday that took my breath away
flying off the handle, fighting with sweeping down the avenue
god's up in his heaven, and the devil's on bonnie brae
but there seems to be no room for us

so choose a poison, it's up to you
i recommend you think about it
long and hard
'cause the words can get thick quick inside
dark and tangled and petrified
and you wander through the endless night
and never see the light of day

let's turn the record over
your life's a pleasant valley
moonlight drives the gods in the sun
his shadow stays behind you
graceful as a dancer in a ballet

thanks to james