The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor
My raised tired brows have witnessed its lore
And I won't have much to say if I don't return
Easy risers don't give into pleas
They don't take mess from the sleepy streets
And the abacus says 'keep on counting'
The law of the waking people greets with such heavy cymbals
And the morn catches fire
You're the king whos crowned as they lay down
A big day is brewing
[00:27.99]The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor
[00:31.11]My raised tired brows have witnessed its lore
[00:34.83]And I won't have much to say if I don't return
[00:42.18]Easy risers don't give into pleas
[00:45.15]They don't take mess from the sleepy streets
[00:48.69]And the abacus says 'keep on counting'
[01:10.08]The law of the waking people greets with such heavy cymbals
[02:02.61]And the morn catches fire
[02:34.20]You're the king whos crowned as they lay down
[03:54.09]A big day is brewing