Morning Story - Colosseum

Running, jumping, pushing its way

Morning, nighttime blends into day

Can’t find curtains to shut it away

We were alone in the hills of the nights

And the neon dawn lets in the lights

And the milkman that nobody knows

Brings bottles of tears

At the house full of laughter

Nobody hears

Oh, the grass is turned black

By the ship coming back from the stars (Golden stars)

The seas turned to steam

When we boiled the dream of tomorrow (Tomorrow)

When it gets light

Some of them always stay

She’s dressed in white

Till the smoke turns her grey

Falling, stumbling, feeling its way

Morning, nighttime blends into day

Can’t find warmth to push it away

I used to be alone in the hills of the clouds

And the flotsam dawn, oh it brings in the crowds

And the angel who sits in her car

Full of despair

And the hoses that came from the town

Put out the fire

Oh, the seas have run dry

When the sun’s one good eye is too blind to see

The gods have gone bad

From the good times we had burning bright (Such good times)

When it gets light

Some of them always stay

She’s dressed in white

Till the smoke turns her grey

She’s gray

Ah, she’s gray

Oh, she’s gray