Rose Pink Sky

This morning, I got up at half past five

Put on some old clothes

And got on top a borrowed bike

And I'm pedalling, pedalling, pedalling

Far away from who I was last summer

The pedals slip, the tyres skid

But it's a whole lot better than going nowhere

I'm tired of the chase

But I can't let them know

Sometimes the only thing that I want

Is never to have started at all

Can you loosen my name

And take off my clothes

And open the gate

And water the rose

Read my hospital letters

And answer the phone

So you're busy — whatever

Roll over the in the morning

Before my eyes have opened

And I'm thinking 'bout spending my time

Pouring drinks for other people

And waiting for an email

And nursing that ache in my mind

When the day is done

Come meet me under rose pink skies

And help me to get over myself

And see the colours and melt

Into the still of the night

Working hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill

Like the feeling they get off a song

Like the one that I just ripped off

But I stopped believing a while ago

I've been in and out of potholes

And at the bottom of them all

Is a piece of myself that I forgot

Roll over the in the morning

Before my eyes have opened

And I'm thinking 'bout spending my time

Pouring drinks for other people

And waiting for an email

And nursing that ache in my mind

Meet me round the corner

Under the rose pink sky

And help me to get over myself

And see the colours and melt

Into the still of the night

Help me to get over myself

I can't get over myself

No matter how I try

Help me to get over myself

I can't get over myself