The instrumental version of 'Days Like These'

Days Like These - Instrumental

When did you care about money? 
When did you care about fame? 
When did you care about status? 
You told me it was all so vain.

It feels like your soul has corroded, 
and your heart’s grown colder. 
The hope in your eyes, 
has synchronised with fantasies.

'Cause when you’re sick of all the lies, 
And you hate your own disguise.

Cursed by the tribe, 
instilling fear and pride. 
‘Cause there’s no escape, 
from the path they’ve made. 
So what would it take,
to change your life for the better? 
Now what would it take,
to make you stop feeling bitter?

‘Cause when you’re sick of all the lies, you tell… 
and you hate your own disguise, but you sell it so well…

I’m too scared to leave the tribe, 
so now I’m wishing my life away. 
I cannot sleep at night, 
but I’m dreaming every day. 
I’ve tried soul-searching, 
with a heart I wear on my sleeve. 
You hide in plain sight, 
but it’s me I cannot see.

Visiting regrets, 
regretful revisions, 
reminding myself, 
of past decisions. 
Can I have a reset? 
Have a reset button? 
Can I have a reset? 
Have a reset button?

Can I have a reset button? 
Can I have a reset button? 
Can I have a reset button please darling… 
If I had a reset button, 
if I had a reset button, 
if I had a reset button, 
I’d visit all my memories, with you…

Memories of you… 
memories of you… 
memories of you…

ASOM

A studio mess about featuring clips of Alan Watts

Vulpine