I say, and so say I

My morning thought

It knew itself just fine

Until across the room

It caught its first glimpse of my afternoon

How can it be

That these things live in me?



I say, and so say I

My mornings day seems nothing like its night

My night so self assured

Was all at sea when faced with dawns strange world

How can it be

That these things live in me?



I say, and so say I

My mornings day seems nothing like its night

My night so self assured

Was all at sea when faced with dawns strange world

How can it be

That these things live in me?