Until the Morning Comes

Your clothes spread out on the floor

just like it was before

a homerun is a hit I'll never score

the hours before the break of dawn

are as fragile as a song

and can go on and on and on and on and on

we wait for the light

to break through the summer night

I hope I run into you tomorrow

and I hope you will talk to me until

the morning comes until the morning comes

looking for my clothes on the floor

I gently close the door

in times like these you're all I'm looking for

I swear to God I know that I

want to struggle to get by

the fact that all the good things someday die

because all the good things someday die