don’t know what it is about these mornings.
these mornings i can barely open my eyes.
don’t know why i don’t know why.
i don’t know why i bother sometimes.
wake up! (wake up and live)
anything seems risky if that’s the way you want it to be.
i’d be sick if i was missing out on this.
you coulda had it.
if you’d been listening carefully.
d’you think straight?
can you see clearly?
oh, you can’t tell me i’m too close to know. i know my place.
and these days i can hardly keep my eyes open.
i don’t know why. i don’t know why it bothers me so much.
can’t shake it off? better sleep it off, lady.
i know my place, my place is in the sun!
so now i’m wondering if i’m doing this right.
because if it’s good then it should make a difference,
and get me somewhere finally.
becase we can’t go on indefinitely.
there’s only so much we can do and so far we can go without money.
you gave me the lift that i needed
(i needed something good to happen).
you threw everything up into the air.
it came down on my head. you must’ve realised.
now i don’t care whose side you’re taking,
i don’t care for the time you’re wasting.
i should put you right behind me.
can’t think straight, you make things cloudy.
i don’t need a fuss around me,
a sunny day would suit me finely.
time to put you way behind me,
can’t see straight when things are cloudy, yeah.