It Would Be Nice - Ian Gillan

It would be nice

If the sun shone every day

A full moon dressed in a starry night

Could put us in the mood for dancing — romancing

It would be nice

If we keep this to ourselves

If we hold on to our tranquillity

Storms are always passing — never lasting

You worked so hard

You had so much passion

Thought you were hip

But you slipped out of fashion

You lost control

You lost your mind

And then you sold your soul

It would be nice

If the air was warm and clear

Zephyrs rippling on our skin

Exploring our senses — exquisite senses

You worked so hard

You had so much passion

Thought you were cool

But you dropped out of fashion

You lost control

You lost your mind

Sold your soul

Got left behind

You were so immortal

For a minute or two

Everybody had

A good look at you

Now you’re gone

You left no mark

You’re forever in the dark

You were so immortal

For a minute or two

We all had

A good look at you

Now you’re gone

You left no mark

Stumbling around

In the endless dark

Now — just imagine if

You trade ammunition

For another way of life

A more subtle proposition

Have to believe

There’d be a lot less waste

And you’d appreciate the taste — it would be nice