Lyrics Good Days - Fembots

Good Days

God spins the hours into days
Sunlight plays on the water
As the days turn cold
The world spins a little slower
And all you Christian soldiers
You got it wrong
Life is good
The dog is in the trees
She dreams
A sudden flash of feathers
Red and yellow leaves
Suddenly release from their teathers
And fall
And all you Christian soldiers
You got it wrong
And all you Muslim martyrs
You got it wrong
Cause life is good
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel em coming on again
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel them coming on again
God spins the hours into days
Sunlight plays on the water
As the days turn cold
The world spins a little slower
And all you Christian soldiers
You got it wrong
And all you Muslim martyrs
You got it wrong
Cause life is good
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel em coming on again
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel them coming on again
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel em coming on again
Good days
I feel it coming on again
I feel em coming on again