Manoeuvre
The lights aren't on but someone's home
Morning brings evening along
One hand behind his back
So why be right when everything's wrong
When talking is alloy silence is gold
In light and dark
In warmth and cold
Life is short, art is long
So why be right, when everything's wrong
He's worth his weight in gold
Don't put square pegs in round holes
The lights aren't on but someone's home
Morning brings evening along
He's worth his weight in gold
Why be right, when everything's wrong