Wake again to tea with cinnamon some honey on a spoon it is almost noon Walking down the stairs to shed my morning tears just can't be satisfied lord knows that I've tried that I've tried that I've tried And it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful but it's not real it's not real Bright the sun the day is almost done I sit and drink champagne I am very sane Smell this tea and dream of what could be defeated yet again by tea with cinnamon as many braver men I might bounce back my friend And it's so beautiful it's so beautiful it's so beautiful but it's not real it's not real Now it's night and I don't feel so bright My pulse is beating fast this will never last Another day is gone and I can not outrun The time is closing in let the sleep begin let it begin let it begin