She brushes with tears
Paints on her clothes, paves new spheres
Opens the curtain
Toppling lost in the mud
Oh she's happy again
Cause all she sees is your own level head
And all she breathes is the air that you shared
Lyin' free in the place of your bed
She paints a picture, a canvas of gliding aura
The lights are clashing
She saw that my heart is racing
Oh she's happy again
Cause all she sees is your own level head
And all she breathes is the air that you shared
Lyin' free in the place of your bed
Wait for me
Wait till the morning
We'll be fine
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait till the morning
We'll be fine
But is she happy again?
When all she sees is your own level head
And all she breathes is the air that you shared
Lyin' free in the place of your bed
I'll meet her later
When charring cross calls composure
Two twisted lovers
One will look back, one never
Oh she's happy again
Cause all she breathes is the air that is free
And all she sees are that shapes that she feels
Lyin' free with no thought of you and me
Wait for me
Wait till the morning
We'll be fine
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait till the morning
We'll be fine