Here comes that feeling again Down on my life again And, I’m joyless again Down on my Love again I feel empty again And, I’m feral again
Good mourning sun, good mourning sun, Good mourning sun, good mourning sun, Good mourning sun
And, on this winter's day I can’t drink it away I feel it’s here to stay The rains they seem to pour and pour And, what is more I’ll always settle to score
Good mourning sun, good mourning sun, Good mourning sun, good mourning sun, Good mourning sun
It’s never really gone away Wild caught, lying, whoring day You crow and I cry Others pay to watch you die You could be murdered at this time of day But, when the mourning came Your death would be A lifetime away, away...