THE MORNING SUN

Oh brother how your leaving me/In colors bright and bleeding free/
But you said you found the radio cage/And over time it fades away/
Some place out in the open air, you’ll find a friend, you’ll find me there/
I know, I know/

But I’m sick inside and I’m sick of fear and I’m sick of always being here/
So if you can’t quite follow me, then grab a photo by the frame/
And lie down in the busy street, you move your tongue, I’ll move my feet/
I know, I know/

And I’ll go into the morning, into the morning sun/

And now the clouds are spinning sweet, like records rolling on the screen/
The televisions crooked eyes, you’ll quickly learn to creep and cry/
For all the way you’d head out west and carve her name into your chest/
I know, I know

But the carnival and the pale parade march off to sing the world is saved/
Inside the city you still dream of toxic girls and gasoline/
So sleep away just like you do, you give me hell, I’ll give you proof/
I know, I know/