Besedila: Bell X1. Bad Skin Day.

When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day
And I can't face my lover
On a bad skin day

Am I this alone?
Volcano has erupted
And the ash sails down
And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii

Oh Christ, I'm such a drama queen
On a bad skin day

And you're far from me
You're all far from me
Right where I want you to be
Far from me

I could've got a job
I could've been a contender
'Cause the streak is only so long
They're all different shades of the same song

There's a wind in these sails
For the gold in them there hills
Them there hills

And they're far from me
Someday we'll all wear a crown
Far from me
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all

No I'm far from me
Someday we'll have an open top bus parade
Far from me
Someday we'll do the sorry charade

It feels like we're always waiting
It feels like we're never leaving
It feels like we're always waiting
It feels like we're never leaving

It feels like we're always waiting
It feels like we're never leaving
It feels like we're always waiting
It feels like we're never

Far from me
Someday we'll all wear a crown
Far from me
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all

No I'm far from me
Someday we'll have an open top bus parade
Far from me
Someday we'll do the sorry charade

Far from me
Someday we'll all wear a crown
Far from me
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all

So far from me
Someday we'll have an open top bus parade
Far from me
Someday we'll do the sorry charade

It feels like we're always waiting
It feels like we're never leaving
It feels like we're never leaving
It feels like we're never leaving