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I love the look of your morning face
Eyes hard to focus on the new world shapes
Head rests on chin, chin rests on neck, neck cocked to one side
Tucked in your papa san, oh mama, come on give one reason
Why I shouldn’t stay
Oh, in this bed I made
Got no more time for the pick ups leading to the let downs
And if my prerogative is just to live for today
Then that’s okay
But you are more than welcome to come along for the ride
See how she never sleeps this little street underneath us
She never wakes makes perfect space for two such dreamers
Plug me in, sink or swim, it’s my only way out
Of this little hole so comfortable my mind has carved out
Why shouldn’t I stay
In the bed I made
Cause I ain’t got no more time for the pick ups leading to the let downs
My god, I wish it would rain
Because I love the weather feels the same as I do
Theres so many shades of grey
Why do I need to say which one I’m falling through
Leave me where I lay
It’s my choice to stay
Got no more time for the pick ups leading to the let downs
And if my puragative is just to live for today
Then that’s okay
But you’re more than welcome to come along if you choose
And I hope you do