Текст песни: Counting Crows. On Almost Any Sunday Morning.

Take a message to your head
Just stay beside her in the bed
You were so stupid
To believe in things you couldn't see
Then make them all you want
If you haven't got the reasons
Just make up any reasons
Then pick them 'til they're torn
Take it all away
You took your coat today
But they all go back in the morning
Make a time to find your way
I got a little further today
Wash your eyes clear of anything
Make them empty circles
Dress yourself in black of gray
I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child
This lithium is heroin to me
It makes it all withdraw
All the anger and loss
But it all keeps coming back in the morning
You keep yourself too clean
You dig yourself a dream
That we won't be coming home alone
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time