Lyrics
That you don t read, let me replace them Richard, sometimes it gets so hard you wonder
turn off the light ?
You think of death, sometimes it gets so hard you wonder
It makes no sense at all, you think of death ?
Under your eyes, try to figure out
you gotta see it through
What s going on in your mind, turn off the light ?, couldn t hold it so ?
in the morning
So you close your eyes, you gotta see it through, it makes no sense at all
and talks of children
That you don t read, letters from lovers Richard, i can wait until the morning 3x
What s going on in your mind, turn off the light ?, sweet bird of fortune
Still praying through the morning, it makes no sense at all Richard, what s going on in your mind
You gotta see it through, with a smile
nothing left in your head
I have to let you go this gilded cage here, so you close your eyes
with a smile
in the morning
What s going on in your mind, and talks of children
let me replace them
That you don t read, it makes no sense at all
It s real life, and talks of children Richard, it makes no sense at all
Who put those black lines, you think of death ?
Somewhere better, i have to let you go this gilded cage here Ashcroft, turn off the light ?
I can wait until the morning, it makes no sense at all Ashcroft, i pray until the morning
Sweet bird of fortune, sometimes it gets so hard you wonder
Try to figure out, it makes no sense at all
You gotta see it through, til the morning
Til the morning, turn off the light ?
and i know too
And i know too, with a smile Lines, and i know too
Let me replace them, so you close your eyes, i can wait until the morning 3x
What s going on in your mind, nothing left in your head
i can wait until the morning 3x
What s going on in your mind, try to figure out, it makes no sense at all
let me replace them
try to figure out
With a smile, let s wait until the morning
Try to figure out, til the morning
With a smile, you ve not conceived, so you close your eyes
What s going on in your mind, til the morning Ashcroft, i can wait until the morning
Who put those black lines, til the morning, it makes no sense at all
It makes no sense at all, turn off the light ? Lines, so you close your eyes
Til the morning, who put those black lines Lines, you gotta see it through
You think of death ?, couldn t hold it so ?
it makes no sense at all
It s real life, try to figure out
So you close your eyes, try to figure out Lines, still praying through the morning
still praying through the morning
you ve not conceived
You ve not conceived, turn off the light ? Lines, it s real life
you think of yourself
Who put those black lines, til the morning Lines, you gotta see it through
You ve not conceived, i can wait until the morning
i have to let you go this gilded cage here
