When The Morning Dies

I promise you my head's on straight

and looking forward.

Empires will fall in the sunken sky, so meet me in your room

and keep a light on inside.

I'm lost and gone in a dried up well

that looks up at a smile in the clouds

I climb the walls and comb the stars

and wish the dinosaurs would come crashing through my door

Like fire and hate

All in sunday suits, one for me and one for you

I will count the days. Wake me when the morning dies

And water falls into pots and pans crooked on the wood panelled wall

Our rest will come when the storm is done

But now the roof is leaking and the lights won't come on

Like fire and hate.