G F Your lonely girlfriend‘s siting down and running highG F That’s killing me, that’s wierd Fu*king morning, in your eyes, are frozen lies That’s killing me, that’s wierdG B C You‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘....risin‘ down Make trade fair in your head Little nightmare, living it for years, for years But you‘re still rising down like a fading train, just only smoking, won’t reduce your pain You‘re risin‘, you‘re risin‘.....risin‘ downG Risin‘, fu*kin‘ morning gloryF See you out there, Just dont worry