On Almost Any Sunday Morning

Take a message to your head,
Just stay beside her in the bed,
You were so stupid to believe in,
Things you couldn't see then,
Make them all you want.

If you haven't got the reasons,
Just make up any reason,
Then picket 'til it's torn.

Take it all away,
You took your coat today,
But they all go back,
In the morning.

Make a time to find your way,
I got a little further today,
Wash your eyes clear of anything,
Just make them empty circles,
Dress yourself in black, or grey,
I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child,
This lithium is heroin to me.

It makes all withdraw,
All the anger lost,
But it all keeps,
Coming back in the morning.

You keep yourself too clean,
You dig yourself a dream,
That we won't be coming home alone.

Not this time,
Not this time,
Not this time,
Not this time.