In the morning
Symbolic of my life
When its been a long night
And even friends became stranger
I hear the alarm
That is bird song
Drift along the current
And ringing in my ears

Why don't I sing instead?

In the morning
Still before the sun rises
Before the poison aims for my heart
And even strangers are my friends
I hear the shrill
You call bird song
Pounding in my brain
Keeping me awake

why don't I sing instead?
Why don't I sing to them?

And anyways
I've got a beautiful voice

*but I'm tired