I say, and so say I, my morning thought it knew itself just fine.
until, across the room, it caught its first glimpse of my afternoon.
How can it be that these things live in me?
I say, and so say I, my morning's day seems nothing like it's night.
My night, so self assured was all at sea when faced with dawn's strange world.
How can it be that these things live in me?
Hmmmm..., Hmmmm... Hmm
Hmmmm..., Hmmmm..., Hmm
I say, and so say I, my morning's day seems nothing like it's night.
My night, so self assured was all at sea when faced with dawn's strange world.
How can it be that these things live in me?