new day, old dawn.
same old sun, same old song.
robbed at the peak of sleepytime
wake up, woke up.
close your eyes, close my eyes.
drift back to days left untouched
and bring them your pain and your smile.
my pain and your smile
my pain and my smile.
rush little lady, but don't say a word
time will be before those who haven't heard
we must let ourselves be forgotten to be reborn.
found in each of us, ourselves, not the same as before.