If I could go and feel no sorrow I am just like a smoking volcano in my head If I could adjust and have no trouble her heart was like an empty pebble in her chest I spoke her name on a mountain of flowers But it became a question of needing a ladder for my reach I saw her running like a sweet morning vision Up on the ruins of my stolen perception of her mind Bring me something new that I don't have to make up I'm sick of seeing how the world has changed us And I can't explain I can't explain what there was between us If I could lose my deepest confusions I would be rid of my sweetest delusions about her now But I know life is like riding a bicycle up on the handle bars it's the never ending struggle to stay on top She is my sweet sweet morning vision Sweet sweet morning vision She is my sweet sweet morning vision Sweet sweet morning vision in my head