Hello again, familiar morning routine Time's ebbing away, but I feel no rush today No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain Sliding by, not here... I’m not nearly, nearly there
So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me
So what’s different about this morning? The setting's the same as everyday Who can tell what rearranged the rain To wash my fears away? There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain
So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me So it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dull monotomy and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me
The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind is better off a memory Let's see what dreams I find