Dizraeli - Morning Light lyrics
[Dizraeli - Morning Light lyrics]
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Look I'm not particularly deadly
Though I carry arms I'm not afraid to use
Being I'm a doer, I be doing balls deep
Clambering the cliffs in a
Scruffy set of shoes so don't invite me to
Your poncy little dinner
Though I am pretty handy with your codes
Stick me in the cellar with the swingers
They are more my scene
Come strip me of my clothes
Cos I can hold a pose for minutes, even hours
But eventually something sours
Something flings it'self around in me
Yelling: "Now it's time to frigging
Wiggle out your trousers
Pulling people out their pouches"
Running in the morning light
The marshland couldn't give a frig for me
It is a space out of history
Bury my visage in it's mud-holes
And when the day rises I have struck gold
Geese fly in celebration, that's my church
I prefer the wind over any kind of audience
When I chat my words, I launch my soul
People say there's madness in the
Heat of my performance maybe so
Maybe there'll be sorrow on my headstone
Maybe I'll be geriatric nutter bombing Tesco
At least I'll have been
Honest since the get-go
I'm honestly the opposite of London
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Look, daddy was a preacher man
He spoke the Holy Ghost at peace protests
We reclaimed the streets together
Sweet Moses, part the asphalt
Tell it like a town crier light the fuse
They will never televise the news
All he taught me he born in 1940s
Truths that he had to fight to find
Me born in Thatcherite decline
Same appetite for life
I learned sanity from Catcher In The Rye
Now the stamina is mine the wild animus
The caravan standing in the vines
The grizzly bear is mine
The piston and the steam
Forever back in Bristol in my dreams
And the world is often ending in 'em
And that is often cause for joy
I'm back in adolescence in a wall of noise
Banging a snare drum
Clocking how they murder us slow
Dad come, we've got further to go
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
I've been running the morning light
Been trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Pressure
Trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Look I'm not particularly deadly
Though I carry arms I'm not afraid to use
Being I'm a doer, I be doing balls deep
Clambering the cliffs in a
Scruffy set of shoes so don't invite me to
Your poncy little dinner
Though I am pretty handy with your codes
Stick me in the cellar with the swingers
They are more my scene
Come strip me of my clothes
Cos I can hold a pose for minutes, even hours
But eventually something sours
Something flings it'self around in me
Yelling: "Now it's time to frigging
Wiggle out your trousers
Pulling people out their pouches"
Running in the morning light
The marshland couldn't give a frig for me
It is a space out of history
Bury my visage in it's mud-holes
And when the day rises I have struck gold
Geese fly in celebration, that's my church
I prefer the wind over any kind of audience
When I chat my words, I launch my soul
People say there's madness in the
Heat of my performance maybe so
Maybe there'll be sorrow on my headstone
Maybe I'll be geriatric nutter bombing Tesco
At least I'll have been
Honest since the get-go
I'm honestly the opposite of London
Running in the morning light
Trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Look, daddy was a preacher man
He spoke the Holy Ghost at peace protests
We reclaimed the streets together
Sweet Moses, part the asphalt
Tell it like a town crier light the fuse
They will never televise the news
All he taught me he born in 1940s
Truths that he had to fight to find
Me born in Thatcherite decline
Same appetite for life
I learned sanity from Catcher In The Rye
Now the stamina is mine the wild animus
The caravan standing in the vines
The grizzly bear is mine
The piston and the steam
Forever back in Bristol in my dreams
And the world is often ending in 'em
And that is often cause for joy
I'm back in adolescence in a wall of noise
Banging a snare drum
Clocking how they murder us slow
Dad come, we've got further to go
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
I've been running the morning light
Been trying to catch a falling tide
Running in the morning light
Pressure out the window
Running in the morning light
I'm trying to catch a seed of time
Running in the morning light pressure
Pressure