At Break Of Day

i know the suns about to come up i close my eyes anyway
my mouth is dry and the sheets are cold
and will be still come break of day
you called me up just to surprise me to hear my voice, see what i had to say
i only whispered then hung up i whispered, «wait till break of day.»
at the break of day im ending all of it and so dont say youve had a ball
dawn is mine but i will share it with whatever bird will wear it on her body bare and pink
now what do you think of break of day?
i locked my door, i should unlock it what if you should come this way?
and in and have a drink and dancing
dancing till the break of day
and then to bed we danced towards
and tiredly kiss and roll in hay
but waking in the evening i see
you left after break of day
at the break of day im ending all of it and so dont say youve had a ball
dawn is mine but i will share it with whatever bird will wear it on her body bare and pink
now what do you think of break of day?
at the break of day im ending all of it and so dont say youve had a ball
dawn is mine but i will share it with whatever bird will wear it on her body bare and pink
now what do you think of break of day?
i hate myself when im alone
its just with you i feel ok so tomorrow youll feel sorrow
when i am gone at break of day