Sunrise over the care home
There in the leaves I wait, smoke on my fingers
Sunrise over the care home
Always the weightlessness of not really knowing

Days like dead moths
On a bathroom window
They can leave us
But they never go

Sunrise over the care home
Sometimes I wonder where did all those Sundays go
Sunrise over the care home
Smell of stale cigarettes as you lead me down from the road

Days like dead moths
Open your window
Days like dead moths
Open your door

Sunrise over the care home
Sunrise
(Sunrise)
Sunrise
(Sunrise)
Sunrise