DESCRIPTION:
when i wake in the morning
before that churchbell tone
the birds and their song
move me deeply, you know?
the tales of dogen
the words of touzan
this ain’t no picknick
it’s the glory of man

well sometimes it ain’t easy
living alone
sometimes i feel lost
living alone
so why, why
won’t you come round to me?
so why, why
are we still losing sleep
in the sun…

a wooden fence
crooked and worn
torn on the inside
between love and the lord
although it hurts me
i keep holding on
in times of comfort
and confusion

sometimes it ain’t easy
living alone
sometimes i feel lost
no place to call home
so why, why
won’t you come round to me?
tell me why, why
are we still losing sleep
in the sun…