today.

11:11 by Rufus Wainwright

Woke up this morning at 11:11 

Wasn't in Portland and and I wasn't in heaven 

Could have been either by the way I was feeling 

But I was alive, I was alive 

Woke up this morning at 11:11 

John was half-naked and Lulu was crying 

Over a baby that will never go crazy 

But I was alive 

And kicking through this cruel world 

Holding a notion of you at 11:11 

Tell me what else can I do 

What else can I do? 

Woke up this morning and something was burning 

Realized that everything really does 

Happen in Manhattan 

Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying 

And you, you were alive 

Oh the hours we are separate 

11:11 is just precious time we've wasted 

So patch up your bleeding hearts 

And put away your posies 

I'm gonna have a drink 

Before we ring around the rosies with you