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