Morning Glory - 2013 - Lacrimosa

Those fucking birds are singing again\nIt’s early morning, much too late and I am wasted again\nA single malt / A last cigarette\nAnd then I rather should be going to bed\nWhen last tango on the dance floor of my mind\nA little orphan that’s crying deep inside\nThe morning takes this night that was so long\nWhile I’m not singing in the tower of song\nMorning glory\nFor those who do not need to weep\nBut not for me\nI’m into, I’m into it\nI was closing my eyes on me\nBut loneliness won’t leave me alone\nMy heart\nMy heart felt like a stone\nBy this time they might be naked in the showers\nBy this time they washed all glued from my insult\nBut this time I chose the yesterday’s man\nStill impressing just like I would be the fan\nCan someone now just shoot those birds for me\nCan someone tell me, what do you feel\nAll you people without bizarre desire\nPlease come in and kill my always burning fire\nMorning glory\nFor those who do not need to weep\nBut not for me, I’m into…\nI was closing my eyes on me\nBut loneliness won’t leave me alone\nMy heart — My heart\nFelt like a stone\nI can’t bring the girls back, hold with\nI can’t make it — how\nHow — how — how can love be nightmare\nClose her eyes on me…\nThose fucking birds are singing again\nIt’s early morning, much too late and I am wasted again\nA single malt / A cigarette\nAnd then I rather should be going to bed