Breakfast - 2005 Digital Remaster

In the morning you rise, night is still in your eyes
 Moving warm with content, the memory of your body's scent
 I watch your striptease in reverse, dip my head in your purse
 Smiling softly you say, that I could not get much worse.
 Then scream of the kettle making steam
 Reminding you and me, we need a cup of tea
 Intimate breakfast scene, with sausage, egg and beans
 Weetabix and jam and lightly grilled brown ham.
 Talking gently and low, I ask you why you must go
 Having asked it I know, instead of yes you'll answer no.
 Oh no, I've got to go back home
 My child is all alone, don't ring me on the phone
 My husband will be there, it really isn't fair
 He still belives in trust, I've got to catch my bus.
 Looking through the window pane, watch her leaving me again
 Wondering what's in her head, I slowly sink back to bed.
 And I feel so empty that I must be dead.