作词 : Jack Cooper
 作曲 : Jack Cooper
Foul and fair days are these
Dreadful hours and strange are things
People fighting through the swarm
Clamber to a stirring storm
In the blur a train arrives
And cuts the mist with fizzing lines
Heads alerted, moving eyes
They guess the spot the door aligns
Foul and fair, these days rip apart
And it’s back to the start
Foul and fair, these days rip apart at the seams
A haze of folk rush the train
Let them off, a tired refrain
I’m in the place she wants to be
And in the mix, she pushes me
Foul and fair days are these
People fighting through the swarm
Clamber to a stirring storm
Foul and fair, these days rip apart
And it’s back to the start
Foul and fair, these days rip apart at the seams
Dreadful hours and strange are things