Hard times at a gentle pace
Like stone I am weathered slowly
Building on my disgrace
When I know there’s a better way
I’m falling out of favour
With every breath I take
There’s no excuse for bad behaviour
Somebody’s counting all our mistakes

I fill my head up with pleasant notions
One day I’ll just walk away

Dark nights and working days
Like [bad word] past you 
Headlong towards the grave
Searching for a place to rest
In silence we stand alone
Until the lessons over
Many [bad word] and go
And still the answers won’t set you free

I fill my head up with pleasant notions
One day I’ll just walk away

Tell me the [bad word] again
Then try to stop me laughing
I’m sure that what you say
You really believe in
My world is a perfect gray
 [bad word] of standards
Only conscience remains
But I won’t let you walk over me

I fill my head up with pleasant notions
How could I be sure
I fill my head up with pleasant notions
One day I’ll just walk away