| Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning |
| Lets kill the morning, let it die |
| Will your eyes flash out a warning |
| But they’ll be another morning after afternoon and tonight |
| Fuck long hours sick with singing |
| Sick with singing the same songs |
| In the bars, they’ll soon be drinking |
| Lets cash my check and drink along |
| Old times, hello, hey, I’ve missed you |
| Old life, hey now, let me in |
| Because you win on every issue |
| Now, can I kiss you? |
| Don’t you care how long it’s been? |
| It has been so many years, I lived my yearning |
| But in every bed, it led me through |
| They only bloom on what was burning |
| And it grew, the fire grew |
| And now with nothing to consume |
| It’s turned on me in my glass room |
| Where I’ll burn, you think I’m finished |
| Think I’m not winning |
| Well, go on, assume |
| So, take me, I’m yours, morning starship |
| Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner |
| this clown has yet leaned against |
| I’ll let all these fine faces fold into me |
| The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths |
| wetly open, but we set them sighing |
| We’ll take them flying |
| And we’ll take this man left almost passed out |
| Cause we’re pretty sure he needs a hand |
| He says he can’t stand |
| And when we pick him up |
| He asks us where this ship will land |
| But he knows we know it isn’t coming down |
| He knows we know we’ll fly so far |
| Til finally stars hold him in all around |
| Til he forgets the ground |
| Til he forgets the crawling way |
| Real people sometimes are |