Wake again to tea with cinnamon   some honey on a spoon it is almost noon   Walking down the stairs to shed my morning tears   just can't be satisfied lord knows that I've tried   that I've tried, that I've tried   And it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful   it's so beautiful   but it's not real it's not real      Bright the sun, the day is almost done   I sit and drink champagne, I am very sane   Smell this tea   and dream of what could be   defeated yet again   by tea with cinnamon   as many braver men   I might bounce back, my friend      And it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful   it's so beautiful   but it's not real, it's not real      Now it's night and I don't feel so bright   My pulse is beating fast, this will never last   Another day is gone and I can not outrun   The time is closing, in let the sleep begin   let it begin, let it begin