The Dark, Delirious Morning

In the dark, delirious morning
 colors gaining confidence
 in the quiet of the morning moving towards the light
 listen to the pavement go on about the night
 and it's still to early to see the sun
 that old piece of fruit's still hanging on
 some tangerine tree somewhere in some orchard
 on the other side of this little earth
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 I need to make this silence stop
 I need to be sure
 I need you to understand
 that I don't know where to go
 who to read or who to reference
 to figure out how to say this:
 such a short and simple sentence
 There's a funny little thing called eloquence
 it has a way of filling empty rooms
 but no matter how hard you try
 you know the truth will still come through
 You wait, you wait hour after hour
 as all your favorite thoughts start turning sour
 and one by one your friends are wondering
 who you've become and when the old you is coming back