This Mourning
[Argh]

It's 11 o'clock and they talk of him
About the eve of destruction
And a new ray gun
For my defense
A mended fence

When my head hits the pillow
Am I looking up at ground zero?
For heaven's sake
I am wide awake

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

Left in the dark with fear and blindness
Certainty has left me helpless
The most the other dream
To see twilight again
If a man in the street can get to sleep
The city is busy digging graves for counting sheep

Then you'd blow him away
He won't see the day

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

Oh, [argh]

The morning comes soon (soon)
This mourning makes me blue (makes me blue)

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue

The morning comes soon
This mourning makes me blue
Oh la la la la no na no
Ooh, no

Makes me blue now
Oh, oh
Makes me blue, blue, blue, blue, blue