Hello again, familiar morning routinenTime's ebbing away, but I feel no rush todaynNo urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rainnSliding by, not here...nI’m not nearly, nearly therennSo it’s back to black again in the early morning hoursnHow I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours mennSo what’s different about this morning? The setting's the same as everydaynWho can tell what rearranged the rainnTo wash my fears away?nThere is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gainnfor this silent colony bathing in the morning rainnnSo it’s back to black again in the early morning hoursnHow I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours menSo it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dullnmonotony and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break mennThe stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprisenIt took me time to realise the life I lived and left behindnis better off a memorynLet's see what dreams I findnn