In the dark, delirious morning Colors gaining confidence In the quiet of the morning moving towards the light Listen to the pavement go on about the night And it's still to early to see the sun That old piece of fruit's still hanging on Some tangerine tree somewhere in some orchard On the other side of this little earth () I need to make this silence stop I need to be sure I need you to understand That I don't know where to go Who to read or who to reference To figure out how to say this: Such a short and simple sentence There's a funny little thing called eloquence It has a way of filling empty rooms But no matter how hard you try You know the truth will still come through You wait, you wait hour after hour As all your favorite thoughts start turning sour And one by one your friends are wondering Who you've become and when the old you is coming back