What's the Morning For?

First steps on all fours I've got hands, they feel like paws I haven't had school for more than a week Get an eye full of [?] I can't get a, can't get a drink Can't get a drink She'll leave no stars Just the feathers and scars Outside there is a combined town Inside, a burial, burial ground A burial ground But you have one of your welcome Like a child and a dog Sing-singular dog What's the morning for? What, what, what now What's the morning for? The light rushes in It's our palace of tin Oh purest pure [?] No one could know What coulda, what coulda been Yeah, what could have been The best part of all It's a ghostride that stalls When a room full of nightingales Turns to scarecrows Is that poison ivy or an English, an English rose? An English rose But you have one of your welcome Like a child and a dog Sing-singular dog What's the morning for? What, what, what now What's the morning for? Oh soon Maybe you have been there too Maybe you'll be there soon Maybe you have been here too Maybe you'll be here soon, soon What's the morning for? What's the morning for? Alright, alright, alright...