This morning
I couldn't tell where I was
I was moving speaking
But I had no control
There was you and there was the morning light like there is in December
When the days are short and gold and purple dominate the sky
We pass
Like drunks in the night
Stumbling, trending
Down towards the ground
All that is well is not all that is just
As you'll find at the ending
All covered in rust
I can't fight off the feeling that everything's f*cked
All I see is the moment
And I'm out of luck