Some see this as one big mess But if I repress I might say the same I spot you from across the road Looking like you know just how I feel It's one of those kinds of days I swear Where we don't get nowhere
'Cause our heads are filled With the dying stages of what we filled Our blood with last night An addiction killed By our collision with the sun we thought Might never come again
I've heard that it's a small world But if that were true my walk would be over Each shadow car another pair of eyes And they're all slowing down And this one could be trouble 'Cause we got something to hide So I say it shook us up a little bit And we'll neglect the notion That we don't want this
But I'll feel fine in the morning 'Cause I'm always feeling fine in the morning, in the morning! When our heads are filled With the dying stages of what we filled Our blood with last night An addiction killed By our collision with the sun we thought Might never come again