I stumble to the kitchen
Weary, bone-tired and worn
And as the daylight rises
I stare at the crack of dawn
Weary, bone-tired and worn
I wonder how I will last the day
I stare at the crack of dawn
Wishing the sun was fading away
I wonder how I will last the day
While I wait for my morning brew
Wishing the sun was fading away
I could be back in bed with you
While I wait for my morning brew
I can hardly contain my scorn
I could be back in bed with you
Not weary, bone-tired and worn