Under light rays of sunrise You spring out of bed Shaved skin and perfume, 8am I'm still in my head And the seed you sowed Is now reaching the Bedroom ceiling fan Well, am I really your man? (Am I really your man?) Yeah, I'm sorry, but these things come and go Hard to pin down Why would I think that we're different somehow? So much work just to keep it light Oh, I am sorry that these things come and go, I tell you now the only way I can convey it, with sound With some chords I can't even play And will never know how There's trouble every day So why are you awake this early? There's trouble every day So why are you awake already?