Higher Than The Morning Transatlantic

Belong, belong, better to belong

Selfishness is only one more aspect of the rain
And some convince you that it's virtuous
They say the ego needs to run without restrain
And other people are superfluous

There is some truth that you are trying to decide
Then you convince yourself you're one of them
The true creators to opinions they have died
Howard Roark and you are like supermen

Climb higher than the morning
Winds fly without a warning to the night

The cities gather all the vultures of the night
Hungry for a little sweet to taste
You are right in it but somehow you are outside
Watching moles lay other souls to waste

It's so revolting, either that or you're amused
To see what those objects do out there
From out of boredom you partake but you're confused
You're not so great as you once thought you were

Climb higher than the morning
Clouds gather without warning
Climb higher than the morning
Winds fly without a warning always