Lost Weekend - Mornings

lying awake on my bed
i can hear my heart beating
and i still taste the sweetest wine in my veins

and i was a saint
until i was introduced to sin
now everything i touch is stained

and how the moonlight drives me crazy
and how the streetlight keeps me sane
and how the nights are always hazy
and mornings i memorize my name

lying awake in my bed
i can hear the birds are singing
but i can feel the night in my bloodshot veins

and i was a child
until i was introduced to shame
and i am old but i never learnt to abstain

and everything's unsteady
feeling so unready
so give it to me easy now

and everything's unsteady
in a dream so heady
so baby give it to me easy now