Lyrics Better days The Psychedelic Furs

Better days

People call to say hello

They call to talk about the weather

All the places i don't go

They call to talk to me

They've got names without a face

And they've got faces i don't see

From the corners of my mouth

I hear your voice come falling down

From the corners of my mouth

Can't hear myself at all

All my senses in a know

It gets too dark in here

That i can't move

And i can't feel to touch

And there's you standing in my clothes

A perfect picture with you on my side

I never let it show

From the corners of my mouth

I hear your voice come falling down

From the corners of my mouth

Can't hear myself at all

I can't seem to find my feet

My body's shaking and

My tongue can't move

I turn my head to speak

I hear you call my name

I hear you calling me

On better days

On better days

From the corners of my mouth

I hear your voice come falling down

From the corners of my mouth

Can't hear myself at all

From the corners of my mouth

I hear your vioce come falling down

From the corners of my mouth

Can't hear myself at all