Текст песни Even on Bad Days - Flyte

Even on bad days, the phones are gonna ring
Even on bad days, the world is gonna spin
Our arms are gonna cradle, our hips are gonna kiss
And around the table, we will sway
And slowly swing, and never miss

Even on bad days, the baby's gonna kick
Kicky old habits, and catching up quick
There'll be miscommunications 'bout what we're in it for
But we'll wake up in the same bed, always and evermore

Even on bad days, a sin is still a sin
Even on bad days, we'll know where we've been
The locks are gonna change, and the roads are gonna jam
We'll go to see my father, and he won't know who I am

And the band plays down the hallway
And the cat sleeps on the stairs
If the window lets the rain in
It'll always be a place to stay
Even on bad days

Even on bad days, I will fold your clothes
Even on bad days, we open and we close
You hold up the mirror, and show me what you see
A family curse, the churning of the earth still turning in me

Even on bad days, I still really want to win
Even on bad days, I'll kick you in the shins
I do it all for you when I do it for myself
'Cause really what's the difference
All our shit is on the same shelf?