Eight in the morningTo get you off my mindEight in the morningThe crooked path of wiseBaby, baby, walk aroundNow Jesus, whyNever know when your hands on rise, yeahEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningEight is startingTo cut suspicious tiesHere you are at the drawingTo leave you here to dieYou convince 'em many timesYou know you can't describeCause you only got hands on rise, yeahEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningYou got me through and over youAnd through the coldThe digital lieYou're barely above youYou're barely above youIn the morningI would callBut you're always out of townWe go through this hook and line, yeahEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningElectronic song beams burn right through your eyesHow's it feelIs your hand on mine, yeahEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningEight in the morningIn the morning
