I spent the summer lost looking for myself
I woke up every morning happy in my ignorance
While you were sucking out the taste
Stuck in your old ways
You claim it's justified by innocence
Because you never learned to recompense
The love and the faith
Giving up just as the sun comes up
The morning hour has gold in its mouth
Peace of mind, insecurities take flight
Someway, somehow, we're safe in sound
How can I feel so comfortable in my same skin
Knowing the faults on me for lack of continuity?
Blame it on the envy of a traded world
Blame it on the august heat
Or on your newfound vincibility
But not your summer amour
Is it so good? Is it off of your mind?
Does it all start to feel the same?
Does your conscience ever get in the way?
The morning hour has gold in its mouth
We're safe in sound