A censored write up on love in yesterday's paper

Left me feeling lonely 

As rotten paper falls from my notebook

I had to bring myself to pick up my jaw



You can't stop daybreak, daybreak



Well In the back of my mind she sits 

With her arms around his chest

If I had four hands 

I could hold you like you wanted

And I'd give you my soul 

To see that it's been sold 

That it's been sold

That it's been sold

That it's been sold



You can't stop daybreak

With your voice inside 

Scribbled on an empty sidewalk through his life 

Flipping page by page

Looking up so far down



You can't stop daybreak, daybreak



Disappointed 

From her looks of despair

From this