text: Morning bright, rise, go over your lines
  Iron your carefully crafted disguise
  Wed all like to sing, its easy to sigh
  To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies
  Our buildings will rise, poke out our own eyes
  Publicly smile and privately frown
  A weeping reprise, please hear my cries
  Id like to pull just this one building down
  So turn off the sky, head in my hands
  Night keep me warm, white windowsill
  Blinded by heart, cut my hair short
  Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill