A sky as black as regret
Is rolling aside for the blue
Impossible face to forget
These feelings belong in a zoo

She brings the morning
She brings the morning sun

So lost in the sound of her voice
I don't even hear the words
When she says come on get out
The past will find us out
Come on get out please
And don't breathe a word

She brings the morning
She brings the morning sun

But all this an imagined affair
While sitting in a bar spilling in a bar
I drink until the doorman is a Christmas tree
And my speech is just a gas leak

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Craig Lee Potter, Guy Edward John Garvey, Mark Potter, Peter James Turner, Richard Barry Jupp