A New Sunrise

Woke up this morning, words ring in my head.

Got too many things to say, baby, I choose silence instead.

I feel the weight of the world go whipsaw through my head.

Sometimes I can't help but feel better off dead. But maybe we take it all

for granted now and then. And maybe we'd be

better off, baby, if we left things unsaid.

Those skies are filled with diamonds, there's still a blackness overhead. We talk around

it all night long but we never mention it. Oh,