Besedila: Del Amitri. Waking Hours. This Side of The Morning.

Nobody's perfect and that's something that
I'm sure she'll know
'Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times
Is like trying to divide ice from snow

And when I knew it was over, I jumped into a taxi
And said, "Just guess where to go"
And the driver turned about and said
"Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow"

So here I sit, rolling back to bed
Knowing love's a hazard that I'd never guessed
But from this side of the morning
I couldn't care less, I couldn't care less

And nobody's helpless, although
I've never felt this helpless before
And trying to persuade myself not to think about her
Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour

So I put down the bottle
While in my head time is collapsing
And the currents run cold
So I can curse her memory

But don't try telling me that she was not
An emerald in a mountain of coal
Or that there's a crock of cures for cancer
At the end of the rainbow

So here I sit, rolling back to bed
Knowing love's a hazard
That I'd never guessed
But from this side of the morning
I couldn't care less

And she's the kind of girl who won't forgive
But will forget
So take me from this party, driver
Put me back to bed

I wanted to be loved
But just got laughed at instead
So if this taxi is for hire, I'll get in the back
Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres

So nobody's perfect and that's something that I'm sure she'll know
Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like
Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow
Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal

So here I sit, rolling back to bed
Knowing love's a hazard
That'd I'd never guessed
But from this side of the morning
Yeah, from this side of the morning
Yeah, from this side of the morning
I couldn't care less