Almost Cured of Sadness
STEPHEN JONES
When the world goes away
And it leaves us here
And from nowhere it comes back
And we disappear
Like nothing ever happened
And no one ever noticed
'Til we came back as ghosts
With invisible fears
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured
When the world's almost here
And it won't go away
When you're dying for some peace
From another day
And you just can't stop complaining
About everything you feel
Like a stupid little ghost
That wouldn't disappear
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured
We're almost cured of sadness
We're almost cured