The Sundays
I Feel
I feel fine
Don't wake me up yet
Oh, the young and the old they get everything
And it's my turn

And I'm here
I'm someone to know
I'm calling the tune but
I'm losing the words

Laughingly I take the fevered applause
Of the people by the riverside
I'm walking, walking on water
God knows why

And I'm losing the words, losing the words
I am a man, well, nearly
Celebrate life
Be good to yourself

You're wrong
That's all wrong
Don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'd rather just carry on
Give me a love and hate on both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
Wasting my breath when I say that
You're wrong
That's all wrong
Don't wake me like that
I was dreaming and I'm tired of everyone
Here's hoping that you'll
Go now, so long, leave me, leave me alone
'Cause I'm better alone

Just give me a love and hate
On both my hands
I'll show you what I'm made of
Wasting my breath when I say that
Love, hate, and a pair of hands
That's where I began
Just be good, good to yourself

I feel fine
Don't wake me up yet
'Cause I feel tired
Well, well, don't be like that
And we don't need to work anymore now
Open that ground up and slip down