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