Lyrics Powderfinger

Powderfinger

Morning Sun

Baby, don't you weep

The world is at your feet

Did you think I was always gonna take your side

Grevellea's in bloom

Right outside your room

You can keep your honour

I can save my pride

Keep your hands up on the table

Well, I don't like the way that they've been carrying on

I never was one to complain about the way that things are done

If it spits like rain on the window frame

Come to wash way the morning sun

I never was one to complain about the way that things are done

If it spits like rain on the window frame

Come to wash away the morning sun

There is nothing left to lose

No matter what I choose

I never thought that your face would burn so bright

The rest of it is fixed

I'm heading for the ditch

So I think that you better come and claim your prize

Who's that man there by the window

Well, I don't like the way that he's been carrying on.

I never was one to complain about the way that things are done

If it spits like rain on the window frame

Come to wash way the morning sun

I never was one to complain about the way that things are done

If it spits like rain on the window frame

Come to wash away the morning sun

Come to wash away the morning sun

You come to wash away

Come to wash away the morning sun