Mourning Morning

Morning light don't scratch my eyes

Just let me wash up on the shore

I used to have the strangest dreams

But they don't come here anymore

My duvet's laid out like an atlas with stains to mark the borderlines

Indentations in my pillow I hope won't fade with time

Smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before

Stub my toes on dirty clothes, like mountain ranges on the floor.

I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry

I washed two cups and then remember that you've left already.

I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony

And just when I think I found my calling, it's another mourning morning

They say the devil's in the detail

I'm gonna blind my eyes instead

I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tread

I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin

And I remember when you told me a gilded crown won't make a king

I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show

I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay, let the conversation flow

I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay, but sometimes it doesn't show

I really want you to stay, but I know you have to go, have to go again

I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony

And just when I think I found my calling, it's another mourning morning

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go Have to go again