Why does my laughter Turn into tears of war The morning after?
Why do I break up? Why is my heart sour Each time I wake up?
Why do the words I spoke Return with such burning remorse?
And um, was it all a joke Or merely a matter Of course? Why does the night where We seem to live again Become a nightmare?
Why should a dark come Into my foolish brain About the outcome? ♪ But if the phone should ring Your voice would bring you back to me And make the night Seems just as bright The morning after ♪ Why does the night where We seem to live again Become a nightmare? Why should a dark come Into my foolish brain About the outcome?
But if the phone should ring Your voice would bring you back to me And make the night Seems just as bright The morning after