Morning Story

Running, jumping, pushing its way
Morning, nighttime blends into day
Can't find curtains to shut it away

We were alone in the hills of the nights
And the neon dawn lets in the lights
And the milkman that nobody knows
Brings bottles of tears
At the house full of laughter
Nobody hears

Oh, the grass is turned black
By the ship coming back from the stars (Golden stars)
The seas turned to steam
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow (Tomorrow)

When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey

Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
Morning, nighttime blends into day
Can't find warmth to push it away

I used to be alone in the hills of the clouds
And the flotsam dawn, oh it brings in the crowds
And the angel who sits in her car
Full of despair
And the hoses that came from the town
Put out the fire

Oh, the seas have run dry
When the sun's one good eye is too blind to see
The gods have gone bad
From the good times we had burning bright (Such good times)

When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey
She's gray
Ah, she's gray
Oh, she's gray