| Was waking up with time to fill |
| Wasting time with time to kill, those days |
| Uncertainties with certain needs |
| Certainly, no one knew the, way |
| But don’t think that |
| World of past will |
| Come around, will be, comin' back |
| 'Cause all these days of sunshine |
| Will never end |
| Now my eyes have opened |
| To the love that you give |
| (You give it like, this, ah) |
| Was waking up and counting down |
| Who’s counted out, who counts anyway |
| Mondays were so mundane |
| Through Sundays where someday they, say |
| All stones have |
| Been unturned, all |
| Thoughts defined, and |
| Lessons learned |
| 'Cause all these days of sunshine |
| Will never end |
| Now my eyes have opened |
| To the love that you give |
| I’m not what I thought |
| I’m more than I’ve been |
| I’m giving back all my doubts |
| And starting again |
| (I'm starting like, this, ah) |
| All these days of sunshine |
| Will never end |
| Now my eyes have opened |
| To the love that you give |
| All these days of sunshine |
| Will never end |
| Now my eyes have opened |
| To the love that you give |
| Yeah, you give |
| Yeah, you give |
| Yeah, you give |
| Yeah, you give |
| (You give it like, this, ah) |