It was a pleasure then

Could you just be here again

To know what there was to see

When all the Sunday people

Where so quiet in the dark

Afraid to be better the next day

La la la ...



It was a pleasure then

When we could sit and stare again

Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees

Onto the grass

Stars to smile with us

Until they too had tears in their eyes

Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree



It was a pleasure then

To see the dieing days again

In the horror of the night

Never, never, never, never, never, lise

Keep it secret

For to hide somewhere at last

As long as we could see

The sky confessed this crime

Of futile tasting hate romance

Above our shattered minds

It was a pleasure, It was a pleasure

La la la