It Was a Pleasure Then

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 la la la la
La la la la la la la

It was a pleasure then when we could sit and stare again
Until the stars fell 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 be too bright
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