Lyrics

The story starts from anywhere, the tale has just begun
To try and find the reason we do the things we've done
And nothing but the ceiling is hanging overhead
And hanging on to nothing is all we ever did

And the sun is always shining
And the breezes always blow
The loving's always easy
But morning's come and it's time to go

Talk about more nothing to ease your weary mind
Empty travels through it, a talking pantomime
Erupt in sudden anger, this silly madness, true
The things we never talk about, the things we never do

And the sun is always shining
And the breezes always blow
The loving's always easy
But morning's come and it's time to go

The story ends in silence, the telephone goes cold
The reason for your calling, I guess I'll never know
I hope to, sometime, see you, I hope you're doing fine
Well, except the gift of leaving from you, you left behind

And the sun is always shining
And the breezes always blow
The loving's always easy
But morning's come and it's time to go