Fool by Morning Songtext
von Ruben Hein

Like a thief in the night I come in creeping
And I breath bits of sand from my hand
Till you′re sleeping soft and sound

I will dance on your head untill you take it
With a grin tied string to it
And I'll make it spin around

I′ll crown you king
It's hope I bring
A fool by morning

All the patches, needles and the stitches
All the rags that you wear
I will turn into ratches, when you lay down

I'll crown you king
It′s hope I bring
A fool by morning

The matter that I (prision?) is a sweet morfine
Pulling you into a sleep of deep long dreams
I will ease you up and eat all your pain


Running in your glug in your pumping veins
I′m a better drug than your crack cocaine
And I'm far more dangerous than I seem

I′ll crown you king
It's hope I bring
A fool by morning
And you′ll be mourning

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