In the Morning Songtext

von Joelistics

My generation had a lot on their plate
Tryna escape mistakes that our parents made
My generation had too much to think
Now it's all about careers and the gym and the kids

We spent our twenties on various sofas
Woke up in our thirties with a bangin hang over
Economic outcasts listening to outcast
Tryna make sense of the world with a sound heart

I don't know if it's sad or dumb
But the best nights I've ever had have blurred in to one
They run the long gamut, tragic to fun
And now I'm not but the night is still young

We are golden. we are godless
One day everyone you know will just cease to exist
In the midst of all the meaningless mess
I embrace it cause fuck it, this is all we get, right?

A thousand wasted nights
I don't know what's right
I was high, I was high
In the morning
A thousand ringing sirens
All I hear is silence
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
In the morning

Stop and pause for a second take a look around
Make a note on how the Earth looks from in the clouds
It's not about weather or not your gonna fall
It's about the lesson that you learn when you hit the ground

Feel the rush, feel the buzz when the day is done
I keep a clear head stocked for what ever comes
A lot of weird people raise their voice
But don't say a damn thing they're just making noise

This moment is perfect and you know that
Burn it in your memory and make it a kodak
Keep it in a file for the times you go mad
The world is my week end, tonight I own that

Grim reaper keep away from my friends
Middle finger salute to you, fuck you death
May the lights of the city be a sign of strength
And may the world one day make sense
I'm a reach for the stars

A thousand wasted nights
I don't know what's right
I was high, I was high
In the morning
A thousand ringing sirens
All I hear is silence
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
In the morning

I was looking at a face in the mirror this morning
Tryna recognize who was standing before me
True to form, I let the feeling grow
But I'm a different guy to who I was a year ago
A little more patient, a little more humble
A little bit older, a little more comfortable
I guess it comes for us all in the end
And then it never happens again

A thousand wasted nights
I don't know what's right
I was high, I was high
In the morning
A thousand ringing sirens
All I hear is silence
I'll be fine, I'll be fine
In the morning