The
night is gone but won't let go
Its shadow clings beneath the snow
The coffee steams, the silence hums
A quiet war, the daylight drums
I wear your voice like second skin
It fades and softly burns again The truth still shivers half away
A love too bright for us to take And the dawn cuts deep like glass
Through everything we thought would
last In the coldest light of the morning
We see what warmth could never show
The beauty breaks without a warning
Keep the money in your pursuing pocket
And women lose the best option to find a better one.
Maybe loss is how we learn that love was never ours to turn.
And if you're gone,
then let it be a gentle ghost that carries me.
In the coldest light of the morning,
our shadows whisper what we've known.
That love was always worth the burning,
even when it left us alone.
The world moves on,
the colors fade,
but I still bless the best we made.
In the coldest light of the morning,
we finally call it home.