Bad News

and i'm feeling down again
but i know it isn't over
i feel the pain again
but i won't walk out the door
i'm sitting here all by myself
i see my heart upon the shelf
i know tomorrow i'll be coming back for more

bad news is the kind of news that makes good news so much sweeter
like sunrise would be nothing without the long dark night
joy would be an empty thing...without the corresponding pain
if there were to be no darkness...how could we see the light?

and i'll find myself again
'cause i remember all that's happened
i'll be myself again
just like i was before
while the tears are falling down
dripping slowly down my frown
i know tomorrow they won't be there anymore

bad news is the kind of news that makes good news so much sweeter
like sunrise would be nothing without the long dark night
joy would be an empty thing...without the corresponding pain
if there were to be no darkness...how could we see the light?

(bridge)
daylight is calling me to answer
tomorrow's at my window
and soon sorrow's out the door

bad news is the kind of news that makes good news so much sweeter
like sunrise would be nothing without the long dark night
joy would be an empty thing...without the corresponding pain
if there were to be no darkness...how could we see the light?

(2008 db michel)