Morning Edge

(groan) Six AM, the alarm is screaming loud Underneath the blankets,

standing tall and proud It's a physical reaction,

static in the bone

Locked in position, completely on its own (yeah)

I try to shake it off,

try to walk it out

But the gravity is shifting,

there is no doubt

It's that morning wood,

rise and shine Caught up in the gears of a daily grind

Hard as iron, cold as steel

More than a mood,

it's a physical feel

Trying to make some coffee,

trying to bend my knees

Staring at the ceiling,

begging 'someone help me please' It is a structural dilemma,

a biological design

Unforgiving architecture, frozen in a line (oh

no)

I try to shake it off,

try to walk it out But the gravity is shifting,

there is no doubt

It's that morning wood,

rise and shine Caught up in the gears of a daily grind

Hard as iron, cold as steel

More than a mood,

it's a physical feel (yeah)

It's that morning wood,

rise and shine Caught up in the gears of a daily grind

Hard as iron, cold as steel

More than a mood,

it's a physical feel

(feel it!)

Standing tall...

Locked in hard rock... (ahhhh)