Morning Time (feat. John Andrews, Jane Scarpantoni & David Baron)

Blue drops crawling*
 Tongue is hardened
 Not a simple thing to look away
 It's just this feeling
 We are the real thingy
 And I won't stop until you sway
 What is this I see before my eyes
 Your face in mine
 Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
 Born to die high birds of a feather
 I know a piece of something wise
 All comes apart but is always together
 Silent not to slip away
 It does no good to turn away
 Come in close to the mirror's eye
 Reap the stark face of morning time
 I have to believe
 There is a reason
 Something to being here still
 When I get to hold you
 And be proud of you
 That brings me back to myself
 What is this I see before my eyes
 Your face in mine
 Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
 Born to die high birds of a feather
 I know a piece of something wise
 All comes apart but is always together
 Silent not to slip away
 It does no good to hide away
 Come in close to the mirror's eye
 Reap the stark face of morning time
 White washed webs of afterthoughts swim deep
 Distilled in sorrow
 Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
 Born to die high birds of a feather
 I know a piece of something wise
 All comes apart but is always together
 Silent not to slip away
 It does no good to hide away
 Come in close to the mirror's eye
 Reap the stark face of morning time