"Bad Day"
by Daniel Powter
Where is the moment we needed the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey,
They tell me your passion's gone away,
And I don't need no carryin' on.
Where is the moment we needed the most?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey,
They tell me your passion's gone away,
And I don't need no carryin' on.