.
My tea's gone cold and I'm wondering why
I go out of bed at all , the morning rain clouds up my window
That I can't see at all and even if I could it'd all be grey.
But you picture on my wall ,
It reminds me that it's not so bad , not so bad
My tea's gone cold and I'm wondering why
I go out of bed at all , the morning rain clouds up my window
That I can't see at all and even if I could it'd all be grey.
But you picture on my wall ,
It reminds me that it's not so bad , not so bad
