Teddy Thompson - Turning The Gun On Myself lyrics

The morning is bright

it's rapper's delight

floats up to my room from the street

and who would distrurb

a slumbering world

with this he said in this beat

i'm takin' my aim

from this window pane

and i'm turning the gun on myself

the upper west side

is supposed to be quiet

is supposed to be wealthy and dull

so how to explain

this thundering pain

that's pushing its way through my skull

i'm taking a leave

of my senses you see

and i'm turning the gun on myself

[guitar solo]

New York is loud

it's wonderfully loud

i wouldn't live anywhere else

and i need my rest

to be at my best

away from the (????? of ?????)

i'm losing my will

and shooting to kill

and i'm turning the gun on myself

i'm losing my will

and i'm shooting to kill

and i'm turning the gun on myself