I get up early 'cause this fever drives me mad Hunting a dream, colorless season like dry bread It's over now, I'm pretty nice in the morning Am I lost? Or am I rising? All I have is slow surprising Don't say it's springtime but don't talk about the winter Try to make up your mind, get an angel part in a thriller Last time I failed but now I will choose again Who knows if I will lose again? God knows if I will lose again I get up early 'cause this fever drives me mad Hunting a dream colorless season like dry bread It's over now, I'm pretty nice in the morning Am I lost? Or am I rising? All I have is slow surprising