Put it on my windowpane
I'll see it in the morning mourning
I'll go against all of my wood grain
And see it in the morning mourning
We're hardly asking of all the ways I'm wasting
I have this restlessness inside me
Put it on my windowpane
See it in the morning mourning
I'll run around my hall of fame
And see it in the morning mourning
It's stage dives, bright eyes, I want at my side
Head over heels, that's how I want to feel
