Conscience smiles towards the morning sun
Shines her light on everyone
Her lamp is full of blessed wine
Her drummer beats in perfect time
But she opens up with mind naive
to promises of love make believe
where women weep as victims of fear
and innocence drowns with every tear
I had a dream, wonderful dream
That you were riding, riding on this train of love
The kiss stings on the lips of fools
bounded by their lustful rules
The morning of change looks good today
I know where there's a better way
Trouble in the morning
Trouble in the evening
Trouble at the sight of the noonday sun
Trouble in the morning
Trouble in the evening
Trouble in the hearts of everyone |
