Sunrise
I'm sorry, I got your name wrong
Hold on, think this through
I think my phone's off
Long story, all of it's true
Some problem with my passport
Administration was my last thought
I can remember the last time
It's going over and over in my mind
I got a sunrise in a bottle, I got gold in my hair
I can travel instantaneously to almost everywhere
I feed on superstition, I jump canyons for a dare
I got myself an angel of which I'm sure you are aware
Got up this morning
No problem, still strong
You may be talking
Have I known you long?
Are you from this town?
Do you know the bars?
Can we walk there?
I don't like driving in cars
Some problem with my passport
Administration was my last thought
I can remember the last time
It's going over and over in my mind
Fame and fortune in my head
Losing my grip on reality
Every time I go to bed
Same old crazy fantasy
All my conversations vanish in the air
My words have all become tabloid
They're going over and over in my mind
I got a sunrise in a bottle, I got gold in my hair
I can travel instantaneously to almost everywhere
I feed on superstition, I jump canyons for a dare
I got myself an angel of which I'm sure you are aware
Got up this morning
No problem, still strong
Someone was asking
Did I write this song?
Hold on, think this through
I think my phone's off
Long story, all of it's true
Some problem with my passport
Administration was my last thought
I can remember the last time
It's going over and over in my mind
I got a sunrise in a bottle, I got gold in my hair
I can travel instantaneously to almost everywhere
I feed on superstition, I jump canyons for a dare
I got myself an angel of which I'm sure you are aware
Got up this morning
No problem, still strong
You may be talking
Have I known you long?
Are you from this town?
Do you know the bars?
Can we walk there?
I don't like driving in cars
Some problem with my passport
Administration was my last thought
I can remember the last time
It's going over and over in my mind
Fame and fortune in my head
Losing my grip on reality
Every time I go to bed
Same old crazy fantasy
All my conversations vanish in the air
My words have all become tabloid
They're going over and over in my mind
I got a sunrise in a bottle, I got gold in my hair
I can travel instantaneously to almost everywhere
I feed on superstition, I jump canyons for a dare
I got myself an angel of which I'm sure you are aware
Got up this morning
No problem, still strong
Someone was asking
Did I write this song?
Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Patrick
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