In the Morning

Eight in the morning
To get you off my mind
Eight in the morning
The crooked path of wise
Baby, baby, walk around
Now Jesus, why
Never know when your hands on rise, yeah
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight is starting
To cut suspicious ties
Here you are at the drawing
To leave you here to die
You convince 'em many times
You know you can’t describe
Cause you only got hands on rise, yeah
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
You got me through and over you
And through the cold
The digital lie
You’re barely above you
You’re barely above you
In the morning
I would call
But you’re always out of town
We go through this hook and line, yeah
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Electronic song beams burn right through your eyes
How’s it feel
Is your hand on mine, yeah
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
Eight in the morning
In the morning