9.Waiting for the Morning
Let's burn the city down and find ourselves a place to sleep.
Not forever. Just til we no longer weep. Because I have had
enough of these wicked railroad dreams. They come to me without
a warning. I guess I'm still waiting for the morning to come my
way.
Turn your eyes away. It's easier for you to say. We are not
forever, but there's a river running underground. And you have
had enough of these starless city streets. You come to tears
without a warning. I guess you're still waiting for the morning
to come your way.
Will I ever get enough of these cool, dark city dreams？ The
siren's scream it sounds just like a warning. I guess I'm still
waiting for the morning to come my way.
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