Jack Bruce
Morning Story
Running, jumping, pushing it's wayMorning nighttime blends into dayCan't find curtains to shut it away We were alone in the hills of the nightNow the neon dawn let's in the lightAnd the Milkman that nobody knowsLeaves bottles of tearsAt the house full of laughterNobody ever hears O the grass is burned blackBy the ships coming back from the stars, golden starsSea turned to steamWhen we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow When it gets lightSome of them always stayShe's dressed in whiteTill then smoke turns her grey Falling, stumbling, feeling it's wayMorning nighttime moves into dayCan;t find warmth to keep it away Used to be alone on the waves of cloudNow the flotsam dawn brings in the crowdLetras de cancionesAnd the angel who sits in the carFull of desireBut the hoses who came from the townPut out her fire O the seas have run dyAnd the sun's one good eye is to blind to seeSky has gone badFrom the good times we had burning bright, such good times When it gets lightSome of them always stayShe's dressed in whiteTill the smoke turns her gray
From Letras Mania