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 ....