Reality Appears

There is no real understanding round here They'll be no commiserations to here we go again with the grief and the tears. To the cold, cold morning reality appears. There is no obvious answer you need to hear. No ingenious reason made clear your mind of all that has brought you back here. To the cold, cold morning reality appears. And you can live in confusion comfortably. Line your nest with delusions happily, we'll be forever detached from our fears. To the cold, cold morning reality appears. And do you really want to know? And do you want to see? You look the same as you used to, she said. You have not changed one iota. Well bless your heart, your music is filling my ears. On this cold, cold morning reality appears.