Five o'Clock In The Morning.

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
you're lying in your bed
you wonder why it's not morning in your head.
The day is open for business
but still your eyes are closed,
you spread your dreams
like butter on your toast.
Open all the windows
and we're rolling up the blinds,
all across the world
are people wiping sleep from tired eyes.
The faces on the curtains
all the Jekylls and the Hydes are gone.

It's 6 o'clock in the morning
you're only half awake.
The other half is shaving
and the toothpaste like a snake
has slithered out the door of the bathroom,
and it's hissing in your ear:
Get up, get out, get out of here.
The sound of people being people
slowly fills the air,
and all the crazy things they do
to get from here to there.
And when the one you're holding
runs her fingers through your hair -
You're on.

Shifting through the gears
it's 8 o'clock in the morning.
It's been 8 o'clock for years,
the factory gates are opening
to let the night shift out
and the day shift in.

It's 9 o'clock in the morning,
you've been this way before,
but something seems to be different
and you can't quite put your finger on it at all...

Godley & Creme - Consequences.