In the morning, on the world
she waits, to hear a car drive past her house
its so routine, and then she sighs
she's leaning on a counter top
with coffee in the pot
she loves those wide eyes
she kisses the sun every time
she opens the door and puts on a smile
she puts it on like clothes
its so routine, yeah she knows
cool it, shes all right
feel it, where is love for her?
its so routine, and then she sighs
she's leaning on a counter top
with coffee in the pot
she loves those wide eyes
she kisses the sun every time
she opens the door and puts on a smile
she puts it on like clothes
its so routine, yeah she knows
cool it, shes all right
feel it, where is love for her?