Ain't got no reason to be detached from smile for months
But crooked wisdom kept sharing her shadow around
And I could fall asleep like a puppy with these thoughts
But instead I get restless keeping my eyes on her night sky paths

It’s not a bad joke to talk to her it’s more a must do thing
But that kind of swamping is just more than my chests can dig
So pack up all your tears and ride them outside this town
There is still a sunset and there are fields of no sound

These are not the bad times you have promised me
Yeah, these are not those kinds of the bad times

And look I will lay my hands down on your knees
Hey I have another lonesome summer to live with
And I feel how hatred breathes and nothing seems right
But I kept promise I will live for love so here we are

These are not the good times you have promised me
Yeah, these are not those kinds of the good times