South — Autumn Morning lyrics

Lyrics

I’m so, so bored of this and--
And I can’t stand to listen
To your music offenses
I find they bore me senseless
attic of his long forgotten dreams
Searching through the memories of his life of how it seemed
The sun is turning ugly in the autumn morning
Tell me what you’re hiding
Far from the shrowded silent
My mess incorporated
Days gone but your still waiting