In the morning, the unforgiving sunlight tears the night apart.
Then in the evening, a day of living later, you’re bruised and battlescarred.
When the truth hits you, she softens the blow.
And you still fall down like you always did, but she never lets you hit the floor...
The world melts down into my pillow.
I’m wading into the Afterglow.
The seed that I’ve sown, now it has grown and it curls its vines around me.
The flowers bloom, their thick perfume intoxifies me.
But she breathes new oxygen.
And the mouth to mouth sends us flying south to where the weather’s warm for sure.
The world melts down into my pillow.
I’m wading into the Afterglow.