It's early in the morning the Sun is still asleep
The morning birds are singing a song fresh on their beaks
The morning wind is howling to chase the night away
And yet I am lamenting a night that cannot stay
Footsteps are a patter, the taxi blows it's horn
And all around, the world, is awakening to morn
The fog is slowly lifting, the Sun stretches it's rays
And yet I am mourning a night that will not stay
You held me for a minute whispered nothings in my ear
Sugared my heart with sweet words that tasted of beer
You told me that you loved me, held me through the night
But all I find beside me are pillows in the morning light
The Sun is at it's zenith, the world is full in bloom
Yet still I keep crying for a day that came too soon
You held me for a minute whispered nothings in my ear
But with the light of morning like the night you've disappeared.
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