This is how the lucky feel
how the blessed man think
like a daybreak in spring
the sun on a spring morning
like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in autumn

but how do i feel in my gloomy depths?

this is how the lucky feel
how the blessed man think
like a daybreak in spring
like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in autumn
a black winter day

this is how the lucky feel
how the blessed man think
like a daybreak in spring
the sun on a spring morning
like the flat brink of a cloud
like a dark night in autumn
a black winter day
no darker than that
gloomier than an autumn night

a black winter day