Hit Soft Like A Featherload Of Bricks
Melancholy strikes without a warning
And you wonder where it comes from
And you wonder where it's going
The times when it finds you sometimes hold it deep inside them:
To be released before the morning
When dawn strokes without a warning

The daybreak hits soft
Like a featherload of bricks
The microphone's turned off
Or it's just barely in the mix
You want to feel the feeling like you're up to see the dawn;
You want to hear the first bird singing
But you've been awake too long

Then the turning clicks into place
You lose a sense of sadness somewhere along the way
You know it's coming to haunt you again someday
But you can't seem to remember fear or melancholy