Wake me up, it's morning. 

and take me down to the corner 

place before the shade

(where we eat and that's where we talk)  

retreats behind the wall and 

that's when i decide to stay here. 



(cup of tea, blackberry)

golden gate bridge

everything's alright now. 

don't let me sleep. 



it was warm and pleasant 

and over in an instant. 

i feel like i dreamt it, 

but i'm not there now.



easier to drive, 

leave the oven on, 

burn the house down.