Symphonies of Dirt and Dust

Early in the morning when I wake up vague on walking
From my bedroom to the stairs and to the stove
And the smoke from last night, stay just like a thought at mind
I guess it just that nowhere else to go.

Half my time has been spent with what she does, where she went
Or what I said wrong I ask my friends but they don't know,
The thought that Sunday morning I could just start thinking,
It's the thought that I start thinking long ago.

Together all the bottles it's the lipstick of the cocktail glasses
Ashes and confetti on the floor,
Sweep ¨Belmont¨ till the road, in symphonies of dirt and dust,
To stumble by your sweater on the road.

Hold it up to the light smell your perfume from last night
Thru my fingers start to figure what I lost
I thought that Sunday Morning would be more forgiven
But I payed my dues and never knew the cost.

The echos of the party now that the morning is barely started
And last night is like a century ago
But the song always stays in your head around the place
Like you started on the stolen radio.

But I still shed no tears in fact it's better you're not here
Cause you never wanna see me in this state,
[The soonest I remember all the reasons I love you,
Is the soonest I remember it's too late] BIS.