Fair-Weather Friend

Once you gave

All you’ve had

To your

Fair-weather friend

Once you opened

Your heart

To a fleeting

Young love

They used to tell you to fill

All your pockets with dreams

Always told you to fill

All your pockets with dreams

Just to cut off your wings

Just to cut off your wings

Now you know how it feels

And the wind

Will pass you by

Like you don’t

Even exist

And the moon

Will laugh at you

Cause you're scared

Of the dark

You’ll hit stones with your shoes

Feeling angry and sad

With the enemy you

Have made up in your head

Made up in your head

Made up in your head

Your fair-weather friend

Have you got all that you wanted

God all that you wanted

Have you got all that you wanted