7 o'clock Tuesday Morning
(Lyric and Music by Faith Hatfield and Howard Graves)
can't imagine how i feel can truly be expressed
by painted lines, connect the dots
or lumps of clay all squished and pressed
because beauty lies in what i see; I really can't explain
i'll show you how it's really plain
(Chorus)
who am i now?
what is this place?
have i forgot? i don't know this face
why am i here?
what have i done?
where is my home?
here comes the sun
promise me that life will be
made of both our dreams
holding hands and always doing things that seem extreme
i hope you'll always be beside me
i feel this everyday
soon you'll be here, common baby
(Chorus#2)
i feel your breath
then hear your voice
it's outta control
i don't have a choice
i reach towards you
then for a drink
i can't do this straight
i can't even think
now i'm spinning out of control
i'm spinning like top
don't let go, you're all i've got
but then you're gone; i'm all alone
all our words and what we do
echo inside
as i fall
but as i fall it's not me at all
(repeat#1)
