Waking Up

歌詞

There's a saying that hangs in my family's hall which they found in an airport gift shop "No deberíamos perder el tiempo" And on Sunday I idly looked up the words on an otherwise inactive weekend And if only I'd had it translated before And I've never been one for regretting But when I'm back home well the words trace my steps round the kitchen There's a sketch on my pad like a drunk spider's web or a family tree with its branches Where the multiple marriages break up the flow And the plans and the deadlines are scattered around like litter collects on the high road And the more you collect, it continues to spread And the blueprints I pinned to the fridge Are lost behind photos and letters and flyers for gigs With the love I bestowed on the plans Forgot all the steps that would bring it to life I'll plan to perfection and skip all the actions that count There's a window at thirty degrees to the floor in the roof of an attic conversion It rattles in winter and creaks in the spring And in autumn the sunshine reflects off a mirror and spotlights the frame of a photo But the photo's been swapped for a checklist and boxes On the left there's a clock with the date On the right there's a pile of distractions to tempt me away And I've never been one to look back But there's always an anecdote even when something falls flat With the love I bestowed on the plans Forgot all the steps that would bring it to life I'll plan to perfection and skip all the actions that count And as winter transcends into spring The light wakes me earlier every morning And waking up early at weekends is probably the start of something