This morning of mine
Sleeping deeply dreaming here is fine
Dining, all the time
Drinking droplets dripping from the vine
Looking through a glass outside a world that's spinning fast
Waking up, Buttercup
Running somewhere else from you-know-what
Heavy rain that pours from the ground up
Fluid flowing colors of the sky reflect across your bouncing-
Eyes are trembling, descending, never-ending
Waking up
Waking up
The twisting of the locks frightens you so
But at the same time enlightens your glow
Just as the way you fall always depends
On the way you turn around dead ends
Can you tell what I am thinking now?
Wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up