A private kind of happiness

Everything's different when there's alcohol in your blood. Like a drug in your veins, you do things you wouldn't do, and say things you wouldn't say. Things you won't remember in the afternoon.

But I love the morning in between the last night and the next afternoon, when in semi-consciousness, it all seems so perfect.

Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under-15's playing football in the park
Let's sit in St. Leonards on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out
I love you in the morning

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping
We need to rage through this life

There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers, that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out
I love you in the morning

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest, a silent smile,
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations are all very well
But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning



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