Darkside
Would you do me a favour?
And recognise your smile is more important
Than the path they led you down some time ago
Did you realise the street lights were half broken
As the glass was adding texture to your sole

Did I pick up the phone on a bad connection?
I think we've gone the wrong direction again

I wanna talk to you, just like we used to do
In your garden or on the darkside of the moon, is it too late?

Maybe its too late to ask
If you've recognised your smile is more important
Than the path they led you down some time ago
And the way we try to keep all we feel under cover
We harmonise the words with lies again until we sang it differently

I wanna talk to you, just like we used to do
In your garden or on a Friday afternoon
How could this all happen so soon?
Would I be better off sleeping on the darkside of the moon
Is it too late?