When the wind fell out of my sails where did it go?

A hot wind made of my sails a parchment and don't you know,

I wrote this down in spit, in my own invisible ink.

You breathe your hot wind upon it that you might know what I think.

(When I wake up, when I wake up)

Every morning a new sun rise.

The bead of sweat on my eyelid is a tocsin tear,

It heralds the thing that I did that finds me here.

(When I wake up, when I wake up)

Every morning a new sun rise.

Born again to drink the tides,

Born again to tender my sides,

Cruel beak and flaming eye,

The mid-shelf mirror don't ever lie.

From the base of the gullet to the gristle tip of the thigh,

Food for the birds, swollen and scored by the friendly fires.

I gave you light, warmth in your shelter,

Such a pretty prize.

Now do as you will, I feel ill, go and burn the skies.

(When I wake up, when I wake up)

Every morning a new sun rise.