Sweet Morning Songtext
von Teleman

I wont be long
I wanna be rich when I grow up
I wanna to have fun
Dancing on a table with someone

I want to stay, on holiday
Tell my friends I′m not coming back
Don't want to be out on the street, blowing around like a magazine
I want to race cars, in these little streets you can′t drive fast
I want to break glass, its the only way to show you that

I can't feel what I'm meant to feel
Pushing a square peg into a round hole
I can′t sleep, what is it you need?
Maybe you′re asking for the wrong thing


Sweet Morning and I think of
I think I'm happy being alive
Sweet morning and I think of
I think I′m happy being alive

Sweet morning, never where I went

Up on a hill, miles away from all the madness
Starting to feel
This is not what you planned, but maybe not that bad

I want to stay on holiday, tell my friends I'm not coming back
Don′t wanna be out on the street, blowing around like a magazine

Sweet morning and I think of
Must be happy to be alive
Sweet morning that I think of
Must be happy to be alive

Sweet morning, never where I went