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

posted by InfidelZombie (1 comment total)

Hey, that was great. i can perfectly picture someone singing this, hungover by a campfire, surrounded by empties and the still passed out bodies of their friends.
posted by 256 at 9:30 AM on September 28, 2009


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