Darlingside - Best of the best of times

When the ^Bworld speaks It rattles through me like an ^Bantique Or maybe it rings like an ^Bold bell Wishing us some kinda ^Bfarewell A weight in the window, a ^Bbeacon The ^Bbatten down End of the ^Bseason Lullaby ^Bblue It is ^Etwo doves Shot in the heat of the ^Bsummer

We're a ^Blong way, ^Elong way From the ^Bbest of the best of times

There’s a ^Bbroken clock tower out in the ^Bocean Holding me under the ^Btable Tether me down like a ^Bcradle ^BDrowning me out With an ^Bamen ^Ebarrel ahead And an au^F#ld lang syne And e^Bverything’s fine

We're a ^Blong way, ^Elong way From the ^Bbest of the best of ti^Emes A ^Blong way, long ^Eway From the best of the ^Bbest of times

And I ^Bwonder Whether our days are un^Bnumbered If one is the same as a^Bnother Whether we mistook the ^Bcolours ^BFor the real thing If we'll ^Bring out ^BBrimming and broken and ^F#somehow ^BTruer than blue And then ^Bcome to ^BPulled from the wreck In the ^F#day break All e^Bqual and safe

We're a ^Blong way, ^Elong way From the ^Bbest of the best of ti^Emes A ^Blong way, long ^Eway From the best of the ^Bbest of times