G F
Your lonely girlfriend‘s siting down and running high
G F
That’s killing me, that’s wierd
Fu*king morning, in your eyes, are frozen lies
That’s killing me, that’s wierd
G B C
You‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘....risin‘ down
Make trade fair in your head
Little nightmare, living it for years, for years
But you‘re still rising down like a fading train,
just only smoking, won’t reduce your pain
You‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘.....risin‘ down
G
Risin‘, fu*kin‘ morning glory
F
See you out there, Just dont worry