Wounds like these don't heal with ease but you
Made up ground to reach the
Helping hand
When you need it most
It's gone missing
The cold bites but it's
Still tonight you know you're
Going out cause maybe
He's about
The well-dressed man who doesn't listen
These times, these moods
This feeling afraid
These times, these wounds
They're all going to fade
It's one forty five you're feeling
So alive but the
Cold eyed stare hides your
Feigned despair while the
Well-dressed man says it's over
The rhythm takes on the
Bandeneon you dance
Ever nearer it's ever clearer
With the well-dressed man it's never over
These times, these moods
This feeling afraid
These times, these wounds
They're all going to fade
These times, these moods
This feeling afraid
These times, these wounds
They're all going to fade