In the morning

The leaves are falling, it’s in your nature
I’m counting all the sticks left on the ground
Early this morning, when I tried to wake ya
You wasn’t making any kind of sounds

Why can’t you hear me?
Why can’t you feel me?
Was there a message, that I’m not getting
Do you think that I am lost or am I found
Just after midnight, when I woke up sweating
I was dreaming you were right here with me now

Oh, why can’t you hear me
Why don’t you hear me
I am lost, I am lost here
I’m lost here now
So I am nothing if I’m not with you
In the morning, we’ll forget this night somehow

Richard David Machin, David Gahan, Ian John Glover

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