When I pulled the councellor out of bed
He was busy with controls
He couldn't see that
The paddles on this thing
Are long way down
By the feel of it caught many colds
The same one
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
You have to realize
That presumably that's what
Happened to your previous bird
As they forgot
To spell out the words
To be honest with you
To tailor me mate
This is what we have to do
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
He's a bloody good pilot
Deep dark his fingernails
It was only bad business
It was not all fairytales
Not sure I follow
Not sure I can be
Fucked to try
And hold on tight now
But it's to early to see
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
Mood swings
She won't accept
