Morning, mourning
Is that the way it goes
Slowly, surely
My dreams have been
Fading, dying
When I grew up
When I grew up
Sleeping has been
Eluding me because of the nightmares
And night scares in my head
With how I have been
I've been failing, unveiling
The fears that I made up again
Evening, seething
Is that the way it goes
Losing, loving
With how we've been
Going, graying
When we broke up
At night there's nothing
That's the way that it goes because
Lately, sadly
My days have all been composed of
Repeating, replaying
Repeating, replaying
Oh
When I grew up
Morning, mourning
Morning, mourning
Morning, mourning
Morning, mourning
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)
Morning, mourning (Repeating, replaying)