Gist of Morning

Well there's something

In this climate

That brings the bones

Out of my face

You may pick up my reflection

In a cold plate

I used to entertain

Now I don't do anything

I was standing

In the careful reconstruction

Of the whole outdoors

So I cared very little

When they punched

My passport

Oh to sigh and speak

In the thick of things

Albeit unawares

Of what the safari

Was asking

Oh to sigh and speak

And to listen to the leaks

To eat the baguette

In one sitting

There's something

In this climate

That brings the bones

Out of my face

The bones out of my face

The bones out of my face

My correspondence

Was doggedly sincere

A long sea voyage

Tends to do that to you dear

Cloud formations

Above the actual spot

I am sending the flowers

I dragged my brain across

A lifeless ocean

There's something

In this climate

That brings the bones

Out of my face

You may pick up my reflection

In a cold plate

I use to entertain

Now I don't do anything

I feel it is my business

To say so

The deep kiss administered

And the bill of goods sold

They crush you

When they want you to happen

You feel your feet in your shoes

And the mist

Of a traveled to fountain

There's something

In this climate

That brings the bones

Out of my face

The bones out of my face

The bones out of my face

Today I should be bold and wise

Unless I've done my sums wrong

And then it's back to the drawing board

Where it's shorts weather

Whether it's shorts weather or not

And you nearly get

the gist of morning

Because the oxygen's sharp

Yeah, you really get the gist of morning

Because the oxygen's sharp