Forget To Remember (Sunday Mornings)

Hello again, familiar morning routine
 Time's ebbing away, but I feel no rush today
 No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain
 Sliding by, not here...
 I'm not here nor nearly there
 Not here or nearly there
 So it's back to black again in the early morning hours
 How I love to run away from the dogma that devours me
 So what's different about this morning? setting's the same as everyday
 Who can tell what rearranged the rain
 To wash my fears away?
 There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain
 for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain
 So it's back to black again in the early morning hours
 How Iove to run away from the dogma that devours me
 So it's back to black again but I'm thinking of the escaping
 from the dull monotomy and the Sundays that are breaking me...
 I break free
 The stage is set for saints to fall
 and cleared for cowards to surprise
 It took me time to realise
 the life I lived and left behind
 is better off a memory
 Let's see what dreams I find
 So it's back to black again in the early morning hours
 How Iove to run away from the dogma that devours me
 So it's back to black again but I'm thinking of the escaping
 From the dull monotony
 And the Sundays that are breaking