Blue morning, blue morning,
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone.
Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own.
You can look outside your window,
He doesn't have to know.
We can talk a while, baby,
We can take it nice and slow.

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.

Well, are you happy where you're sleepin'?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?
Well, I've been watchin' you for hours;
It's been years since we were born.
We were perfect when we started,
I've been wonderin' where we've gone.

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.

Well, I dreamt I saw you walking, up a hillside, in the snow.
Casting shadows on the winter sky, as you stood there, counting crows.

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for girls, and
Four for boys,
Five for silver,
Six for gold
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.

There's a bird that nests inside you,
Sleeping underneath your skin.
Yeah, when you open up your wings to speak,
I wish you'd let me in.

All your life is such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.
Open up your eyes;
You can see the flames, flames, flames
Of your wasted life;
You should be ashame- (shame shame) -d.

Yeah, you don't want to waste your life, baby.
Naw, you don't wanna waste your life, now darling.
You don't wanna waste your life, baby,
You don't wanna waste your life, no,
Darling, aw, you don't wanna waste your life...

You don't don't wanna waste your life now darling,
Change, change, change.
Change, change, change.
Change, change, change.

I walk along these hillsides,
In the summer, 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight,
Falling down on me.

I said I walk along these hillsides,
In the summer, 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight,
Falling down on me.

I said I will walk along these hillsides,
In the summer, 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight,
Falling down on me.

I said I will walk along these hillsides,
In the summer, 'neath the sunshine,
I am feathered by the moonlight.
Change, change, change...

Change.

They dress you up in white satin,
And they give you your very own pair of wings.
In August and everything after, I'm after everything.

Adam Duritz