Mornings - Lost Weekend

Lying awake on my bed

I can hear my heart beating

And I still taste the sweetest wine in my veins

And I was a saint

Until I was introduced to sin

Now everything I touch is stained

And how the moonlight drives me crazy

And how the streetlight keeps me sane

And how the nights are always hazy

And mornings i memorize my name

Lying awake in my bed

I can hear the birds are singing

But I can feel the night in my bloodshot veins

And I was a child

Until I was introduced to shame

And I am old but i never learnt to abstain

And everything’s unsteady

Feeling so unready

So give it to me easy now

And everything’s unsteady

In a dream so heady

So baby give it to me easy now