Sometimes in the morning
I wake in an antique dress
Freezing from a window left open overnight
I can see so clearly
Sometimes in the morning
I wake in Black and White
Then I start my day but it comes back to me
On an old steam train in a strange country
I've never been to
I was so relieved to find the picture fading
When a hand reached out for min
Then left me on my way
Sometimes I wake to find
A distant soldier telling me
I'm coming home
Sometimes in the morning
I wake in an empty house
The walls are filthy the floor is thick with dust
I can see so clearly
Sometime in the morning
I'll drop m burning lantern
Then I start my day but it comes back to me
Your striking face your leer at me
I've never seen him
I was so relieved to find the picture fading
When a hand reached out for mine
Then left me on my way
Sometimes I wake to find
A distant soldier telling me
I'm coming home
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Lyrics submitted by Gabriel Z.