Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
Just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting never
Enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
Just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting never
Enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to
Think about soaring higher
With every treason never justify
Never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
And it might be
Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to
Think about soaring higher
With every treason never justify
Never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise
Above the sky above could
Never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
In the here and now
Here and now
And it might be
Here And Now - Letters To Cleo
