In the Morning

Eight in the morning

To get you off my mind

Eight in the morning

The crooked path of wiseBaby, baby, walk around

Now Jesus, why

Never know when your hands on rise, yeahEight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morningEight is starting

To cut suspicious ties

Here you are at the drawing

To leave you here to die

You convince 'em many times

You know you can't describe

Cause you only got hands on rise, yeahEight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morningYou got me through and over you

And through the cold

The digital lie

You're barely above you

You're barely above youIn the morningI would call

But you're always out of town

We go through this hook and line, yeah

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morningElectronic song beams burn right through your eyes

How's it feel

Is your hand on mine, yeahEight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morning

Eight in the morningIn the morning

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.