It's 11 o'clock and they talk of him About the eve of destruction
When my head hits the pillow Am I looking up at ground zero?
This mourning makes me blue
This mourning makes me blue
Left in the dark with fear and blindness Certainty has left me helpless
If a man in the street can get to sleep The city is busy digging graves for counting sheep
This mourning makes me blue
This mourning makes me blue
The morning comes soon (soon) This mourning makes me blue (makes me blue)
This mourning makes me blue
This mourning makes me blue
This mourning makes me blue
Makes me blue, blue, blue, blue, blue