This one goes out for the ones who wake up in the morning, after love, sex, drugs, smokes, booze, fights, bullshits, sickness, whoring, bitching, disappointments, aching and injustice. For them, still able to breathe, trust, hope, feel and smile. In the cold light of day. In the cold light of morning while everyone's yawning, you’re high In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high As your skin starts a scratchin', wave yesterdays actions goodbye
Forget past indiscretions And stolen possessions You’re high In the cold light
In the cold light of morning while everyone’s yawning You’re high In the cold light of morning You’re drunk sick from whoring and high Staring back from the mirrors A face that you don’t recognise It’s a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo’s disguise In the cold light
Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow
As your skin starts a scratchin' And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions And stolen possessions. You’re high In the cold light of day
Tomorrow’s only a kettle Whistle Whistle Whistle Whistle Whistle Whistle Whistle Whistle Away
