Текст песни Morning

The waking took longer than the war 'tween my mind and my blood And I’m not sure who wriggled out I can’t stop thinking Does politeness make it bearable? Or is it just who we are? And how much time, in a lifetime, do we waste waiting at traffic lights? It makes me sick but I can't remember the way I got here Born in freedom Raised in love Grown an adult Perishable hopes keep the vultures fat And the one thing I know, they won’t give them back Not looking forward to the good old times For I don’t know how to keep all my shit together I’m just a stack of photographs I’m just a stack of photographs I can’t keep my shit together And the older I get, the better I am At forgetting names and faces I first took these pictures with So, I wake up alone Can’t I play on my own? And with the Sun I make faces to the first silhouettes haunting the streets I walk Home. Sun. Concrete burns Faces. Curse. Smile Where the fuck will it end? I guess it’s just morning questions No way my brain will shut up I’m burning in a jail of doubts It’s not so easy to hide I just don’t know where it goes I just don’t know where it ends I just don’t hope I’m alone Silence is a safe place