كلمات 11:11

Woke up this morning at 11:11 Wasn't in Portland, and I wasn't in Heaven Could have been either by the way I was feeling But I was alive, I was alive Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half naked and Lulu was crying Over a baby that will never go crazy But I was alive and kicking through this cruel world Holding a notion of you at 11:11 Tell me what else can I do, what else can I do? Woke up this morning and something was burning Realized that everything really does happen in Manhattan Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying And you, you were alive Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 is just precious time we've wasted So patch up your bleeding hearts and put away your posies I'm gonna have a drink before we ring around the rosies with you Oh, the hours we are separate, Oh, the hours we are separate, 11:11