the morning comes as though it doesn’t know
that you had left me, left me, years ago;
the sun comes up, and takes me unaware,
as though it thought to find someone
who’d care
the morning comes as though it doesn’t know
that you had left me, left me, years ago;
the sun comes up, and takes me unaware,
as though it thought to find someone
who’d care
I like this a lot. I’ve had many mornings like that and you capture it perfectly.