Put it on my windowpane I'll see it in the morning mourning I'll go against all of my wood grain And see it in the morning mourning We're hardly asking of all the ways I'm wasting I have this restlessness inside me Put it on my windowpane See it in the morning mourning I'll run around my hall of fame And see it in the morning mourning It's stage dives, bright eyes, I want at my side Head over heels, that's how I want to feel