Morning Show
And it all gathered, all the
Empty, darkend promises above the rule.
And another brighter care
These letters for you.
I ask of you to breathe with me.
With a piece of sand, and a candle's
Lonely river running black, aside,
Frozen waters or they're never coming back to save
All the crying, so
Take it anyways, away.
Tell me what you might.
Would the last one out mind
Turning out the lights for me?
The sun's hiding spot is
Closing in at speed, at night.
Do not mourn for me,
I ask of you to sleep alone.
