Morning

About the break of day

Here we lay, arm in arm

And cradled by the dawn

How did you sleep?

What did you dream of?

Can you still remember our world in the key of love?

The amount of light that we both know

All the shadow descending from above



We had our own little bubble

For a while

We had our own little bubble

For a while



Morning

There's no one else here

I'm alone in the cold

October light hits like a black hole

Growling greatness

Century of emptiness



It's not enough, whatever I dreamed of

Dreams are dumb and meaningless

Like the days they refract

Blood and dull, empty and sad

I wanna sleep with no dreams

I want to be dead



We had our own little bubble

For a while

We had our own little bubble

For a while



We didn't know one way or other

For a while

We had our own little bubble

For a while