Mornings - Club 8

mornings in your bed

give me nothing

just a sun that burns my eyes

restless i’ve slept

and i wake up

in a room where i don’t belong

let the sun thru your window and be

as good as you can be

days and hours may pass

no rain on us

not this time

slowly you go up

turn towards me

with a smile that i loved

only yesterday

breakfast in bed

because we are two

while the room is as cold

as my words

let the sun thru your window and be

as good as you can be

days and hours may pass

no rain on us

not this time

though we’re not

fooling anyone this time

we got our own ways

yes we found our own ways

though we’re not

fooling anyone this time

we got our own ways

yes we found our own ways

indeed