The Morning Breaks

The clock rolls on, it’s 3 a.m.
Wondering
What am I doing here
Through flickering light
And another cigarette
Alone, again
I search for words
And what comes next
I love the night
When the morning breaks

The clock rolls on, it’s 5 a.m.
And I’m still here
Thinking of you
And what comes next
Heavy eyes, feel so tired
But I'll carry on
'Cause maybe, someday
You'll be here
With me
When the morning breaks

 

 

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