Get Up

Day hes begun, I can't get up
Birds sun and coffee
But I am still creeping and
Folding right off, blinded by sun
Deaf to the sounds of the birds and the city
I should just crawl out of bed
Oh, I should.

Sinking but warm
Leaning on tides
Dreaming of things I could be
But I walked other path
And what if I was so wrong
What if I'll find my self lost and regretful
I should just crawl out of bed
Oh, I should.

If I want to start again
If I want to run
If I want to hold my breath
Hold it until somthing fateful will come