Morning
Your toast, your tea and sugar
Read about the politician's lover
Why don't you?
You dress
In the colours of forgiveness
Your eyes as red as Christmas
Purple robes are folded on the kitchen chair
You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight
In your dreams, everything is alright
Tomorrow dawns like someone else's suicide
You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight
Dreams
It's a dirty business, dreaming
Where there is silence and not screaming
Where there's no daylight, there's no healing no no
You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight
In your dreams, everything is alright
Tomorrow dawns like someone else's suicide
You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight
Hope
Hope is where the door is
When the church is where the war is
Where no one can feel no one else's pain