Broken - Mostly Autumn

Here comes the day, here comes the morning

Just another day, bringing in the daylight

Forcing myself up out of bed

Staring at the wall, thinking of the fool, fool, fool

Here comes the child, he’s just a little boy

Looking like his mother, feeling like his dad

Look at his face, he does enjoy the chase

Chasing all the girls, kissing all the girls

And his mother watches over

Making sure he won’t let go of her

Looking from the window

Staring at the pavement

Spinning through the sky

I hear you cry

Calling softly

Falling softly

Smiling of course, I am a little boy

Just a little boy, playing with my soldiers

And they pulled him to his feet

But he was all broken, woken

Smiling from the window

Breathing in the open

Turning from the pavement

The sky so golden

Staring at my hands

Feel my heart is beating

Running through the streets

The world at our feet

Smiling from the window

Breathing in the open

Turning from the pavement

The sky so golden

Staring at my hands

Feel my heart is beating

Running through the streets

The world at our feet