Morning,
Every day you look around
Falling, falling on a dirty ground
Morning
Music plays inside your head
Crawling, crawling on an empty bed
Every single day is a little bright spark
Is a number on a calendar's page
But every single day is a very good chance to feel
This will never be the promised land
But the world you make
With the dreams you break
You don't know what it means to be just a man
The plans you make
The bad mistakes
Morning
The mirror says you're still alive
Glowing
The little glow that's in your eyes
Morning, traffic noise beneath your feet
Talking, TV talks about your needs
Every single day is a little bright spark
Is a number on a calendar's page
But every single day is a very good chance to live
You don't want to be in the promised land
But in the world you make
With the dreams you chase
You don't know what it means to be just a man
The words you say
The fears you face
Looking for a brighter day
But it just can be now
Maybe somehow
It could be a better day
With time that slips away
No that won't change
It's the price that you pay
Drink every single drop of life
No reason to find
No reason to find
Every day you look around
Your feet on the ground
Your arms in the sky
Every day you look around
Your feet on the ground
Your arms in the sky