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