Tell Me In The Morning
Tell me in the morning.
Do not want to hear it,
do not want to know.
Tell me in the morning —
I can’t help
but wonder why;
I can’t help
feeling let down.
Tell me when I am warming.
Do not need to think —
just get me another drink.
Tell me in the morning;
let this day die good,
just like burning wood.
Tell me later on —
it will be better.
Tell me in the morning,
face to face;
no time for the latter,
or a crudely fashioned drawing.
When I see things
out of the corner of my eye,
tell me in the morning —
then I will find out why,
and then I can cry.
James Garratt – March 1995
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Tell Me In The Morning – Written March 1995 (Aged 20)
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