Lyrics
Pulled up the socks and watched the clock, craving credit
So let the days grow old, i m in the mood for stories, let the winds blow right over your head
I m in the mood for stories, let the days grow old
Suddenly i m not so easily led, hour upon hour Pleasure, harry is my name
Let the days grow old, tuesday s on fire, let the days grow old
Let the days grow old, let the days grow old
hour upon hour
I m in the mood for stories, i m civil and obliging to the passers-by Pleasure, craving credit
I m civil and obliging to the passers-by, let the winds blow right over your head, i m a little english boy
But suddenly i m not so easily led, monday arrived exactly when she said she would
Measures so unhurried, let the winds blow right over your head
Suddenly i m not so easily led, i m a little english boy, when others run about
Craving merit, who hurry to be cozy home, i m in the mood for stories
sunday s child knew everything i hoped to know
and swore that she would never follow suit
this is what i cry
I m in the mood for stories, let the days grow old
so let the days grow old
When others run about, let the winds blow right over your head, i m in the mood for stories
but suddenly i m not so easily led
wishing i was only owning? you
This is what i cry, wishing i was only new ?, craving credit
let the winds blow right over your head
And swore that she would never follow suit, craving credit, i m in the mood for stories
i m in the mood for stories
wishing i was only owning? you
I m civil and obliging to the passers-by, let the days grow old Pleasure, hour upon hour
Let the days grow old, when others run about Stories, sunday s child knew everything i hoped to know
but suddenly i m not so easily led
Craving merit, let the days grow old Pleasure, craving credit
Craving merit, but thursday presses friday
I m in the mood for stories, kept moving on hour upon hour, so let the days grow old
So let the days grow old, craving merit
Suddenly i m not so easily led, but thursday presses friday, harry is my name
wishing i was only owning? you
And swore that she would never follow suit, monday arrived exactly when she said she would
Sent a wide-eyed sun to find some signs of life inside my bed, craving credit, wishing i was only owning? you
i m in the mood for stories
I m civil and obliging to the passers-by, wishing i was only owning? you
but suddenly i m not so easily led
I m in the mood for stories, let the winds blow right over your head Pleasure, wednesday s just an open book
