When The Morning Comes
September 27, 2009 10:24 AM
Acoustic guitar song about the consequences of too much alcohol.
It slowly slips away
As the evening starts to fade
All the things you say that I have done
The teardrops and the boasts
Shuffle off like ghosts
Can’t survive the cold light of the sun
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
What was that I said?
The words have left my head
Fired off from an old corroded gun
What was that you heard?
I think I heard the words
Ricochet through my heart, leaving none
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
Have to find a place where I can run
Faster than I ever thought I'd run
But I just can’t get away
There’s a price that I gotta pay
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
It slowly slips away
As the evening starts to fade
All the things you say that I have done
The teardrops and the boasts
Shuffle off like ghosts
Can’t survive the cold light of the sun
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
What was that I said?
The words have left my head
Fired off from an old corroded gun
What was that you heard?
I think I heard the words
Ricochet through my heart, leaving none
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
Have to find a place where I can run
Faster than I ever thought I'd run
But I just can’t get away
There’s a price that I gotta pay
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
posted by InfidelZombie (1 comment total)
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posted by 256 at 9:30 AM on September 28, 2009