Morning came with such a jolt   That I forgot my soul at home   This pick-me-up, stale coffee cup   Is filling up my insides, though   And here I sit on subway stains   With blue pin stripe corporate charades   Outside I'm sure it's magical   But today I've got to get paid      Little birds over the South Pacific sea   Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry   Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams   Shattered images of who I'll never be      What is summer without sunshine?   Who likes dancing on a straight line?   When all these colours fade into mine   Tell me, am I black and blue?      It's comforting to know the day begins   And it will surely end   Tucked between these filthy sheets   Where nightmares start   Where sweet dreams end   Caught in a kaleidoscope   Of timely orchestrated screams   Filling space with barren thoughts   Motionless antipathy      Little birds over the South Pacific sea   Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry   Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams   Shattered images of who I'll never be      It's like fucking without kissing   Or never knowing what you're missing   And you're finally confessing   That you'll never stand a chance      Seeing Venice through a TV   Or thinking beautiful means pretty   When all these colours blend completely   Tell me, can you even see me?