The Church - Jazz lyrics

Sometimes the morning elongates and wait's
Around for you to show
Across the road I watch some episode
Of some new morning show
And it shows me how strange life
Can be if you're really free
And if you're really free how come
You put these chains on me

Why can't you tell me it's alright
These doubts to lead on my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight

Still half asleep and not half awake
Half in the darkness just for your sake
Roaming the corridors in my mind
Looking for a door I can never find
Looking for a war that nobody wins
Trying to find a Bible when nobody sins
Searching for a lover who got what you has
Running from the blues, jonesin' for jazz

Sometimes the evening disappears and steers
It'self into the past
Across the fields I cool my heels 'cause
It feels like it could last
And it lasts for a lifetime then
It's high time to be gone
And if you're really gone why
Even sing this song

Why can't you tell me it's alright
These doubts to lead on my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight