It's the night and the day
And the words that you play
Make me, well I don't know
I don't know
Such a merciful feeling
I have for you
It is not what you make
Be it a moat or a lake
I'll row over the space
Oh what a pitiful man I am
It's that merciful feeling that makes me
Want to do things for you
Not being right in your face
I knocked my self right out of the race
I guess I'm now in my place
My place alone.
