Hard Hat

(альбом: This Time Tomorrow - 2020)

When the sunshine is no good for your health
And you misused every card you've been dealt
In the meantime there is space on my shelf
For a little love and care
As the morning slips right through the day

These days, it's a question of need
There's a monster on my shoulder to feed
Comes to visit never wiping his feet
Well I don't expect you to
As the morning slips right through the day

I still lose, still lose myself
I just lose, just lose myself
I try to find my compass but it's gone
Gonna put my hard hat on

Quicksand takes you down with such haste
Like a ghost train tearing out of its gate
And quinine is all that's left in my veins
And my face is falling down
As the morning drifts right through the day

I still lose, still lose myself
I just lose, just lose myself
I try to find my compass but it's gone
Gonna put my hard hat on

Drifts right through the day
Slips right through the day
Morning slips right through the day
Morning slips right through the day