Morning Belle – Letras de Bourgeois To The Bone

This place is no longer the same.
Everything here has changed.
So pack your bags in an hour
and baby let's hit the road.

Her heart no longer resides in a place where people take sides.
Where the daylight resigns
so the moonlight is the only light we have to see by.
So we are looking for a new home.

She says where will we go? When will we go? Where is our new home?
I reply where do you want to go? When do you want to go?
That is where we will go. That is when we will go.

Spread this confusion like blankets on your bed and pull those covers up and over your head.
I might just be the man for the job but you're too busy to see.