Good Mourning

They told me once, There's a place where love conquers all

A city with the streets full of milk and honey

I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching

All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin

Perhaps hopeless isn't a place, nothing but a state of mind

They told me once, Don't trust the moon, she's always changing

The shores bend and break for her

And she begs to be loved, but nothing here is as it seems

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why

Sun is coming up oh, why, oh, why, oh, why