積分
演出藝人
Stoat
演出者
詞曲
Cormac Parle
詞曲創作
John Hearne
詞曲創作
Stephen Anthony Whelan
詞曲創作
歌詞
Oh patron saint of the worker bee
Please look kindly on me
And regard me favourably
The gap's been getting wider between my heart's desire
And what the world is offering me
As actual possibilities
Help me to accept my fate
And to overcome my hate (There's no escape)
Grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change
What doesn't kill you doesn't really make you stronger
Some things only virtue is their ending
So can we not pretend
That every cloud has got a silver lining inside
Just try not to think about it and abide
Every morning as we face the day before us
The little voices in my head all sing out in a chorus
"This is not the way that we imagined things would be"
I'm doing my best boys! Go easy on me!
At different things I've tried my luck
I even read some self-help books (All in vain)
Talked about it with my wife
Tried to engage with every day
What doesn't kill you doesn't really make you stronger
Some things only virtue is their ending
So can we not pretend
That every cloud has got a silver lining inside
Just try not to think about it and abide
Written by: Cormac Parle, John Hearne, Stephen Anthony Whelan
