Good morning, wrapped in endless ceremony   Stories have all grown wild and tall   Winding through streets all night   So if you could read my rights      I thought I would turn myself in to you      Not guilty, half asleep in, in a splash of sun   The melody's all grown wild   In this chorus of youth gone wrong   Singing this song alone      That I would turn myself in to you   Stop thinking somebody else's thoughts   Thought I would turn myself in to you   Stop thinking somebody else's thoughts      I thought I would turn myself in to you   Stop thinking somebody else's thoughts   Thought I would turn myself in to you   Stop thinking somebody else's thoughts