[Kiske] Started the day with this song flying 'round my head Still my heart changes colors seconds led Makes it hard to move out of bed A man on TV gives impressions of our time It won't get deep with your own demons in your mind Leaves a bad taste behind I get too many invitations Too much that we just won't need Sugar-smiles are hounding sweet It makes simplicity unique So I love the morning sun A new born smile that's just begun I never pictured myself so hackneyed The same old story: you still cry When the sad part of the film pa**es by We never pictured ourselves so hackneyed Started this song with that day flying 'round my head And in my heart stays a tone full colored sad Makes it hard to forget Yes I believe in those simple, pure, clean ways But after all I cannot tell you if it stays Hope it does, hope it pays I get to many invitations Nothing's what it seems to be Reality becomes unreal A rebel falls head over heels [Refrain:]