
Woke up, I thought the morning light
Would be the first thing that I felt
Next to you, you said as honestly as you could
"Oh, what you ought to do with life
Is chop it up and hold on, even when you don't want to."
But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love
Always standing on the threshold of a dawn
When you put what you feel aside, that's when I was coming in
I owe it to you like the falling rain would owe it to the land
"Oh, what you ought to do with life
Is chop it up and hold on, even when you don't want to."
But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love
Always standing on the threshold of a dawn
Now we're crawling out to only wish we were at home
The sirens are ringing. If only we were young
Call it dark, call it blue, heavy times - they might be true
But with a breeze it tickled you, it was terrible to see
But I couldn't see any other way
But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love
I was standing on the edge, it was midnight
All in the eve, I was winking at the Attica
And it wanted to know was beside you