I begin the day

It’s so early, and you’re already waking me up.
You don’t let me sleep. Something’s going on.
Eyes closed, I’m looking for the window,
so that I can look at you while I open them.

I tell you that you’re prettier than ever,
like that, before you fix your hair.
We roll down the bed in a kiss,
and I feel you’re alive by a miracle.

I begin the day, as if it was nothing,
close to your breasts,
asking you for coffee and love.
I begin the day, still hallucinating.
The noices sond far-off at this murky hour.

Outside, people are going about making a living.
Outside, people want to find out why.
Outside, people speak of love.
Outside, they are calling me.

I begin the day, and before you talk to me
I’ve already made you a thousand promises
that I’m not going to keep.
I begin the day, and as I look outside,
I get kind of dizzy, and have to sit down.
Outside, life is just starting.
Outside, all has to change.
Outside, wolves are still wolves.
Outside, you better pack a gun.

I want to give my days to those who dream,
to those who bake bread before dawn,
to those who put stone upon stone,
to those who keep you so wide awake.

I begin the day, I check my keys,
look through my pockets to see if I have change.
I begin the day, and from the half-open door
I ask you for a big kiss, to help me out into the sun.

Outside, they make comments about last night’s TV.
Outside, the trade union discussed passing a law.
Outside, my country is about to burst forth.
Outside they’re calling me,
and here I go!