Forget To Remember (Sunday Mornings)

Hello again, familiar morning routine

Time's ebbing away, but I feel no rush today

No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain

Sliding by, not here...

I’m not nearly, nearly there

So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours

How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me

So what’s different about this morning? The setting's the same as everyday

Who can tell what rearranged the rain

To wash my fears away?

There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain

for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain

So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours

How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me

So it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dull

monotony and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me

The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise

It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind

is better off a memory

Let's see what dreams I find