Good Morning Love
She fixes the hair from her eyes,
She don't want to come out,
At least till the mockingbird cries,
And sings, his beautiful song,
The one that her mother would sing.
""La la la la la la la la la la.""
It's been 45 minutes, since you've
Locked yourself up in the bathroom
And stared in the mirror,
Exclaiming;""Poor, little girl,
You're not who your father loves!""
""I am a prisoner within my own body.""
You lie there so cautiously,
Like the room will erupt,
With the slightest of movements.
You would go without speaking,
For months at a time.
""Baby, what troubles you?""
Your parents would say.
""Dad, is this love?
When you sleep on the couch every night.
Mum, is this love,
Is it the love of Christ?""
"Sahrya get up!"
Her sister shouted in fright.
Doesn't it bother you
When you're left to yourself in the dark?
Are you hungry?
You keep getting sick in the bathroom,
Would you feel inappropriate
If all was revealed in the light?
Step out of your tomb.
Don't hide in the blankets.
Hear the bird on the window sill,
Singing;""Good morning love.""
More Than Skies - Good Morning Love Lyrics
More Than Skies - Good Morning Love Lyrics
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English
Good Morning Love
She fixes the hair from her eyes,
She don't want to come out,
At least till the mockingbird cries,
And sings, his beautiful song,
The one that her mother would sing.
""La la la la la la la la la la.""
It's been 45 minutes, since you've
Locked yourself up in the bathroom
And stared in the mirror,
Exclaiming;""Poor, little girl,
You're not who your father loves!""
""I am a prisoner within my own body.""
You lie there so cautiously,
Like the room will erupt,
With the slightest of movements.
You would go without speaking,
For months at a time.
""Baby, what troubles you?""
Your parents would say.
""Dad, is this love?
When you sleep on the couch every night.
Mum, is this love,
Is it the love of Christ?""
"Sahrya get up!"
Her sister shouted in fright.
Doesn't it bother you
When you're left to yourself in the dark?
Are you hungry?
You keep getting sick in the bathroom,
Would you feel inappropriate
If all was revealed in the light?
Step out of your tomb.
Don't hide in the blankets.
Hear the bird on the window sill,
Singing;""Good morning love.""
She fixes the hair from her eyes,
She don't want to come out,
At least till the mockingbird cries,
And sings, his beautiful song,
The one that her mother would sing.
""La la la la la la la la la la.""
It's been 45 minutes, since you've
Locked yourself up in the bathroom
And stared in the mirror,
Exclaiming;""Poor, little girl,
You're not who your father loves!""
""I am a prisoner within my own body.""
You lie there so cautiously,
Like the room will erupt,
With the slightest of movements.
You would go without speaking,
For months at a time.
""Baby, what troubles you?""
Your parents would say.
""Dad, is this love?
When you sleep on the couch every night.
Mum, is this love,
Is it the love of Christ?""
"Sahrya get up!"
Her sister shouted in fright.
Doesn't it bother you
When you're left to yourself in the dark?
Are you hungry?
You keep getting sick in the bathroom,
Would you feel inappropriate
If all was revealed in the light?
Step out of your tomb.
Don't hide in the blankets.
Hear the bird on the window sill,
Singing;""Good morning love.""
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm