Running, jumping, pushing it's way  Morning nighttime blends into day  Can't find curtains to shut it away   We were alone in the hills of the night  Now the neon dawn let's in the light  And the Milkman that nobody knows  Leaves bottles of tears  At the house full of laughter  Nobody ever hears   O the grass is burned black  By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars  Sea turned to steam  When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow   When it gets light  Some of them always stay  She's dressed in white  Till then smoke turns her grey   Falling, stumbling, feeling it's way  Morning nighttime moves into day  Can;t find warmth to keep it away   Used to be alone on the waves of cloud  Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd  And the angel who sits in the car  Full of desire  But the hoses who came from the town  Put out her fire   O the seas have run dy  And the sun's one good eye is to blind to see  Sky has gone bad  From the good times we had burning bright, such good times   When it gets light  Some of them always stay  She's dressed in white  Till the smoke turns her grey