Under light rays of sunrise
You spring out of bed
Shaved skin and perfume, 8am
I'm still in my head
And the seed you sowed
Is now reaching the
Bedroom ceiling fan
Well, am I really your man?
Yeah, I'm sorry, but these things come and go
Hard to pin down
Why would I think that we're different somehow?
So much work just to keep it light
Oh, I am sorry that these things come and go
I tell you now the only way I can convey it, with sound
With some chords I can't even play
And will never know how
There's trouble every day
So why are you awake this early?
There's trouble every day
So why are you awake already?
