A sky as black as regret. Is rolling aside for the blue. Impossible face to forget. These feelings belong in a zoo. She brings the morning. She she brings the morning sun. So lost in the sound of her voice. I don't even hear the words. When she says "Come on get out.. The past will find us out.. Come on get out please. And don't breathe a word.". She brings the morning. She she brings the morning sun. But all this an imagined affair. While sitting in a bar spilling in a bar. I drink until the doorman is a Christmas tree. And my speech is just a gas leak. She brings the morning. She she brings the morning sun